Sam
The office is quiet except for the hum of my laptop and the distant sound of tools clanging in the shop. My dad and the crew are out there working on bikes, keeping up appearances while I dig deeper into Carl Brennan's operation.
I've been at this for three hours now, and my eyes are starting to burn from staring at the screen.
But I can't stop.
Not when I'm this close.
I've mapped out every missing girl report from the last five years that matches Brennan's pattern. Cross-referenced them with social
media activity, school records, anything I could access without tripping alarms. And what I'm seeing makes my stomach turn.
Brennan doesn't just target random girls.
He's methodical. Calculated. Strategic.
Every girl he's connected to—either directly or through Tina—fits a profil
