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Then a figure appeared at the edge of the frame.

Bethany. Walking.

Alone.

I watched until she disappeared. “Next.”

Colt swiped.

Different camera.

17:49.

Bethany again.

Same direction.

Same pace.

No vehicle.

No one behind her.

Another.

18:01.

Still walking.

“Go backwards.”

“We did,” Colt said.

“How far?”

“Every camera between there and the river.”

“And?”

Carven shook his head. “Nothing.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“No,” Colt answered. “It does.”

I looked at him.

He enlarged the map.

Small markers appeared along the road.

“Camera.”

Another.

“Camera.”

Another.