"What's on it?" Boss asked. Trent grinned. "A video. Somebody recorded a video and left it where we would find it." Lexi's eyes went wide. "Who recorded it?" Trent shrugged. "Let's find out." He pressed PLAY. A sweaty man appeared on screen, skin pale, eyes bloodshot. A round patch of inflamed skin covered his left cheek. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse, like crunching leaves. "If anybody is watching this,” he said. “You need to leave. There’s something here. Something really bad.”
