“Miss me?”

Leah froze mid-strap.

Jason’s hand had went to his pistol.

Immediately they reached out to the others recounting the voice they just heard.

Ben looked up from the laptop like someone had just poured ice water down his back.

“That wasn’t my speaker. That wasn’t anything connected.”

“No,” Jason said, already scanning the corners of the room. “That was him.”

Leah spoke slowly, “Andrew?”

No answer.

Only a soft chuckle echoed, bouncing from wall to wall distorted, digital, almost playful.

Ben spun his laptop around and began typing fast.

“I don’t understand, he shouldn’t be able to get in here. This whole space is on a cold circuit,...