Logan's POV

My office was quiet, but not silent. The soft whir of the audio monitor filled the space like a ticking clock.

I sat behind my desk, back straight, fingers together, watching the waveform of Amelia's voice rise and fall on the screen in front of me. Zach leaned over my shoulder, his eyes locked on the laptop.

"You sure this thing picks up everything?" he asked, his tone casual, but I caught the flicker of unease in his voice.

"Well I hope so,” I replied.

Amelia’s voice ...