CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR-The danger lurking in the shadows

London:

The soft click-clack of the keyboard seemed to echo in the room, a constant reminder of the hours I'd spent typing away.

I cracked my aching fingers as they felt heavy, blinking at the bright screen in front of me. The blinking cursor glared at me, awaiting my next line of commands. I sighed, wincing a little as my head throbbed.

I had been working on this compilation for hours, and I was nowhere near done. I dropped the file in my hand on the bed with a dry click of my tongue.

I took my glasses off, rubbing my eyes to ease the pressure growing in them from staring at the laptop's screen for so long. I massaged the bridge of my nose, finally accepting the hint to take a break.

I yawned, running my hand through my tousled hair. My back was aching from sitting upright for too long; it craved a lie-me-down.

I closed the laptop with a satisfying thud; the screen was now dark, and the sudden absence of the screen's light was a relief to my tired eyes.

I spent last night awake rese