Shane was in the studio first thing the next morning, hoping to get his mind off his missing daughter. They had heard nothing from Fuller or Gardner, so they had no idea what was going on with the case. He expected to continue with the ghost tracks he had started days before but when he turned on his computer and went to find the files, they were no longer there. Once again, they’d been replaced by a single file of a violin playing the same song.
The piece was slow, depressing, and unfinished. He had to admit it was haunting but beautiful at the same time. It was unlike anything he’d heard before. While annoyed someone had yet again deleted the recordings he’d made a few days before, he knew he should have expected it. Someone had been making it a point to mess with his hard work and he h
