He clicked 47.jpg . It was a photo of his monitor, displaying the folder L48.rar, taken from over his shoulder. In the reflection of the screen, he could see a tall, blurred shape standing inches behind his chair.
He opened the first. It was a high-resolution photo of his own front door, taken from the street. The lighting suggested it was from that morning. He frowned, a cold spike of adrenaline hitting his chest. He clicked to the next. L48.rar
Inside the folder were forty-eight images, labeled 01.jpg through 48.jpg . He clicked 47
02.jpg was the same door, but slightly closer. 15.jpg was his living room window. 30.jpg was the back of his head, sitting in his ergonomic chair, taken from the hallway behind him. He opened the first
When the police arrived the next morning, they found the computer humming in an empty room. There was no sign of Elias, only a single, brand-new file on the desktop: .