Chapter 82 The Man In The Shadows

• The room was dim, the glow of Bernard’s laptop casting eerie shadows across the oak desk. Clara leaned in, eyes fixated on the frozen image on the screen, Marcus, mid-fall, his body twisted in a desperate attempt to regain balance. Behind him, the shadowy figure loomed, an indistinct blur caught in the grainy footage.
• Bernard exhaled sharply. “If we enhance this footage, we might get an ID.”
• Clara’s stomach knotted. “And what if it’s Ethan?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.