The house was empty.
Mark stood in the center of Kyle’s living room, his jaw clenched so tight it ached. Drawers had been yanked open, cushions overturned, closets pulled apart. There was no sign of Theo, no sound, no clue... except one.
“Mark,” one of the officers called from down the hallway. “You’re gonna want to see this.”
He moved fast, his boots thudding down the hardwood floors. In the bedroom, the detective pointed toward the corner of a small desk. Sitting atop it, open but dark, was a laptop.
Ronnie appeared beside him. “It’s password-locked. And encrypted. Look at all the cooling mods he’s installed… that thing’s built like a fortress.”
“More like a digital bunker,” Mark muttered. “Get Trent down here. Now.”
An hour later, back at the precinct, Trent was hunched over the m
