Phoebe's POV
I stared at the surveillance footage with a blank expression. Even though most of the crucial data had been tampered with or wiped clean, traces remained for anyone persistent enough to dig deeper.
The video playing on my laptop came from traffic cameras positioned near Clearwater University's main entrance the night before.
I'd highlighted two female figures in the recording. Joana Perez and Faye Parker—the victims who'd disappeared without a trace after walking through the school gates, only to turn up dead later.
My earlier trip to the police station had paid off. I'd discovered that whoever orchestrated this mess was gunning for Harold and me. Those two innocent girls had died simply for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
When something flickered across the screen, I slammed the pause button. I zoomed in closer... then closer still...
My stoic mask cracked into a fierce, satisfied grin. "Got you."
