George’s P.O.V

My hands shook as I closed the laptop hard, the picture of the masked man's blurry ID still stuck in my mind. I saved the image on my computer and zoomed in as much as I could, but it was still unreadable. There were bits of clear detail in the photo that could be found if someone knew how. Someone talented.

I sighed when her name popped into my head—Wendy. It had to be her. She was really smart with technology. I knew she could figure this out fast. Whatever this was.

But Wendy wouldn’t even glance at me now, much less help me. Not after all that....