✰Caitlin✰
Rodriguez had barely pulled the footage onto his screen when I knew we were onto something big. Stanley and I stood behind him in the cramped tech room, the glow from the monitors cast sharp angles over our faces.
"All right, detectives," Rodriguez said, as his fingers flew over the keyboard. "This is the footage we pulled from traffic cams and security feeds across the city. We have been tracking this damn van, and guess what? We found a pattern," I leaned in, my curiosity piqued.
“Show me," I whispered. Rodriguez clicked a few keys, and grainy footage appeared on the screen. The same van. No plates. Tinted windows. A ghost on the roads, always appearing near crime scenes and then vanishing like smoke.
"It moves through the city like clockwork," Rodriguez continued. "It alw
