Crowds moved through the midway beneath colored lights while actors dressed like zombies stumbled through tourists.
Then McKayla paused it sharply.“There.”
Prime leaned closer.“Guy in the gray hoodie?”
“Yep.”
She zoomed in slightly.
Tall.
Broad shoulders.
Ball cap low over his face.
Nothing super distinctive.
Exactly the kind of person most people would overlook in a crowd.
“He leaves frame right before the body’s discovered,” McKayla said.
Prime folded his arms.“Could be coincidence.”
“That’s what I thought too.”She clicked another video.“Second body.Different night.”
The footage switched to a path near the lower dock.Again the same guy appeared in the same hoodie and same build.
Shay sat up straighter.“Holy shit.”
McKayla nodded rapidly.“That’s what I said.”
Prime looked closer now.
Not skeptical anymore, just interested.
McKayla pulled up a third clip.
Then a fourth.
Every time: same build, same posture, and same purposeful movement.
Not wandering or hanging around attractions.He moved with intent.
I leaned closer unconsciously.“He knows the blind spots,” I muttered.
McKayla tilted her head slightly toward me.“Exactly.”
Prime studied me.“How the hell did we miss this?”
“Because we were looking at bodies,” I answered.And because whoever this asshole was had been careful enough not to stand out.
Until McKayla noticed a pattern.
She clicked pause again and pointed toward the screen.“Look how he moves.”
Prime frowned.“What about it?”
“He’s not reacting to the haunted house.”
