"Dispatch, this is Thorne. I’m at the coordinates. There’s... there’s nothing here but the fog."
The lights in Leo’s apartment flickered and died, replaced by the rhythmic, strobing blue of a police cruiser idling just outside his window. "Dispatch, this is Thorne
When the folder unzipped, there were no MP3s. Instead, there was a single, massive WAV file and a pixelated JPEG of a badge with the name Officer Elias Thorne etched into the brass. Leo hit play. replaced by the rhythmic