40 Nick
I don’t fancy another day of moping around the house, but I do want to see if my post on the dark web has had any replies, so I decide to head round to Alan’s. McKenna will know – somehow – but I don’t think it’d be unreasonable to argue that even the most unsociable of people would want to seek comfort in the arms of friends when their daughter has gone missing.
When I get to Alan’s, I see he’s left the laptop on the same spot on the dining table, untouched. This doesn’t surprise me; Alan’s a trustworthy kind of guy, and he’s not the sort of person to get much use out of his dining table, anyway, judging by the empty drinks cans and ready-meal packages stacked up on his kitchen work surface.
I open the laptop and wait for it to boot up before loading the Tor browser and navigat
