CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: THE TEXT ON THE WALL

When he opened the door, he met Alex waiting in his office. He quickly apologized. “I’m really sorry for keeping you. I was with the kid you mentioned earlier. He’s finally been apprehended. Turns out he is one of them. He’s now in the hard interview room.”

“That’s the reason I’m here,” Alex said. “It’s about the call you made earlier concerning a former military personnel, Cedric.”

His nerves grew ever more taut. “Did you find anything?”

“I found some records with the name, Cedric, on the Fallout city police database, but it only dates back to a year ago. No record of Cedric was found after a year ago. His full name wasn’t documented in any of Fallout’s military records. His age, date of birth, the cities he lived in, and his parent’s ID, were all missing from their database. It is almost as if every piece of information about him disappeared after he retired. I ran his face on facial recognition for any information about him, and all I found was the profile he had submitted to Fallou