The security cameras never came back online after the final image appeared because whoever had interrupted the system knew exactly how long they needed to stay connected and that single photograph of my mother’s journal was enough to leave every person inside the clubhouse uneasy.
“They wanted us to see.” Casey said as he stared at the frozen screen.
“They’ve been sending messages from the beginning.” Blade nodded.
“This one feels different.” Wayne said.
“They’re done hiding.” I said looking toward the dark monitor and nobody argued that point with me.
The next morning started quietly enough as I woke up before sunrise and I showered and pulled my hair into a ponytail and headed downstairs expecting a long day buried in files.
Instead I found Casey already answering two phones a
