In the bedroom, the pillow was gone.
The sheets had been changed.
But the carpet still held tiny dark strands near the baseboard.
My hair.
Linda followed my gaze and smiled.
It was quick. Almost invisible.
But I saw it.
So did Sarah.
In the office, we found the locked file cabinet empty. Ryan claimed he had lost the key. A deputy noted it. Sarah requested preservation. Ryan scoffed.
Then a noise came from the hallway.
A small beep.
Everyone froze.
The deputy turned toward the linen closet.
Another beep.
Sarah whispered, “What is that?”
Ryan moved too fast.
He lunged toward the closet, but the deputy stopped him with one arm.
“Don’t,” the deputy said.
Inside the closet, beneath towels Linda had folded with military precision despite never having served a day, sat a small black device plugged into a hidden outlet.
A signal booster.
Beside it was a storage drive.
