The waiting felt like a special kind of torture. A constant, slow drip of anxiety was wearing down their nerves. For three straight days, every little sound made them think something was wrong. The ring of a phone would make them jump. The creak of the old motel settling sounded like someone's footsteps coming closer. Every time a car slowed down on the street outside, a jolt of cold fear shot through their hearts. They were living on high alert, their senses stretched to the limit and jumping at every shadow.
Evelyn's laptop sat on the workbench with its screen dark, like a sleeping dragon. But underneath, the digital trap they had set was active and waiting silently for their enemy to take the bait. The city map was hidden in its memory, ready to flash a location the moment the ghost they were hunting stepped into the snare.
