Chapter 30. Forty-Eight Hours

Rae POV

Forty-eight hours is two thousand eight hundred and eighty minutes. I know, because I did the math at one in the morning, sitting on the floor of Eli's room with my back against his bed and a laptop on my knees.

Eli had pulled the raw camera files off the server himself, without asking Rusty. All four back cameras. Midnight to three a.m.

"Rusty's right," Eli said, scrolling. "From 1:10 to 1:40, all four go to static. Gray snow. Nothing."

"Can you show me the five minutes before it starts?"

He did. Moonlight on the gravel. The machine shop door, closed. A moth circling the security light over the back door, round and round, the way moths do.

Then static.

Then, at 1:40, the picture came back. The same door, closed.