Her chair creaked as she leaned back, whispering, "Got you."
On the screen, her theory unfolded like a spider's web — connections she'd chased for months now finally glinting under the light. The stalker's appearance, the blackout hours, the hacked CCTV feeds — they weren't isolated incidents. They all threaded into one name, one ghost that refused to be seen.
But before she could save the file, a red notification blinked at the top of her screen:
ACCESS LOGGED – SECURITY ALERT.
Her breath hitched. "No, no, no—"
A mechanical beep followed, and the cursor froze. The laptop fan whirred up like a heartbeat breaking into panic. Olivia's pulse matched it.
"Damn it!" She snapped the lid shut, grabbed her bag, and was on her feet before reason caught up.
The faint click from the hallway door told her everything she needed to know.
She'd been found.
