Billy pulled out his laptop, his fingers flying over the keyboard at lightning speed.
Lines of code streamed down the screen, followed by a cascade of data and video feeds.
Someone had been tailing them for days. He didn't know who, but there were clues—subtle, scattered, waiting to be pieced together.
He tapped into the city's surveillance network and pulled up footage along the route they took home from school.
Zooming in on frame after frame, he replayed every suspicious movement.
At first, he wasn't sure if those people were really following them.
But over the past few days, the same faces kept appearing.
And some of them looked familiar.
Before long, Angela came upstairs.
"How's it going?" she asked, frowning. "Mom's leaving tomorrow. If we don't find out who's behind this, something could happen when she's gone. Whoever's targeting us—it's not about the kids. They're after Dad or Mom. Either way, it's bad for all of us."
