Sam
The office is quiet except for the hum of the laptop and the distant sound of tools clanging in the shop. My dad left an hour ago to help Knox with something in the garage, and I've been alone ever since, staring at spreadsheets and social media screenshots until my eyes blur.
I've gone through four missing persons reports so far. All girls between sixteen and eighteen. All last seen at parties. All from the same county.
The pattern is there. I can see it. But I can't see who.
I pull up the fifth file—Jessica Martinez, seventeen, missing for six weeks. Last seen at a graduation party in late May. Her f*******: page is still active, her last post a selfie with the caption: can't wait for tonight 🎉
I scroll through her friends list, cross-referencing names with the other missing gir
