Chapter Sixty-One: Broken Connections, Hidden Truths
Cameron POV:
I clicked through the multiple tabs open on the computer screen, my fingers drumming impatiently on the desk. Each site, each piece of coding, represented another failed attempt at tracking down Lyla.
"Damn it," I muttered, minimizing the last window.
"Any luck?" Samuel looked up from his stack of papers.
His voice was tinged with frustration, much like my own.
"Nothing. It's like she's vanished into thin air. All I have is that IP address from the i********: post, and it's bouncing all over the place. Whoever this guy is, he knows how to cover his tracks."
Samuel leaned back in his chair, running his fingers through his hair.
"We need to find her, Cam. Something's off. I can feel it."
"I know, I feel it too. And
