S** Tape
If Reid was the tracker, Felix was the ghost.
These were the men who, a year ago, had combed every piece of camera footage between Knox’s neighborhood and the coffee shop Vivienne vanished from. They were the ones who embedded traceable metadata into the infamous sex tape’s digital footprint, knowing that if Wes ever sent it out, they’d be able to trace it. They’d seen her body in more ways than Knox had ever wanted, all in the service of watching over her.
And now she was gone.
"Carter’s security teams are freaking out on the radios," Reid said, not looking up from his laptop, his voice unnervingly calm.