The man had tracked that story closely.
He really hoped, more than anything, that Lunel would finish what he started.
But Lunel had disappeared.
Gone without a trace.
And Michael Arthur had managed to escape too.
But now, someone had actually done it. Someone had exposed everything.
Who was it?
Was it the same hacker?
No. The rumors said that he was dead.
The man suddenly stood up and walked over to the little desk in the corner. He grabbed his laptop and brought it back to the couch, plopping it down on the coffee table.
He opened it, and his hands were a bit shaky.
He found his way to a hidden folder that was locked with a password and had top-notch encryption.
He set it all up five years ago, the day after his friend passed away.
The day after the "accident."
He typed in the password: twenty characters, a mix of numbers and symbols that only he knew.
The folder popped open.
Inside were some files.
Not his files.
