Camilla pulled the hood of her jacket over her head, keeping her face low as she stepped into the dimly lit cyber café. The air smelled of stale coffee and cheap air fresheners, and the sound of rapid typing filled the space. She took a seat in the farthest corner, her hands slightly trembling as she plugged in a USB drive to the computer.

She had to find out who was behind the threats against James’s mother. If she could at least trace the number or get a lead, she’d have something to work with. Her fingers danced over the keyboard, quickly accessing a few secure databases she was familiar...