He grabbed his coat. The timestamp was no longer just a file name; it was the moment the impossible became part of the evidence. The case was finally moving. If you want to know what happened next, I can tell you: Elias found the next clue. Who or what was casting that shadow. How Sarah Jenkins managed to leave a message.
It wasn't a person walking by. It was too fast, too erratic. The patrons didn’t notice. Only the digital log recognized the shift in light.
Elias paused the frame, zooming in. The shadow wasn't a person, but it was shaped like a hand, grasping the window frame from the outside —three stories up.