We all leaned closer, our eyes scanning the columns of numbers and dates.

At the bottom of the first page, under the section for authorized signatures, was a name.

My breath caught in my throat.

But before Ryker could scroll down further, the lights in the cabin suddenly flickered.

They flickered once, twice, and then went completely dark.

The laptop screen was the only source of light left in the room.

Then, the laptop screen began to glitch, the document on the screen distorting into a pattern of colored lines.

A loud, high-pitched hum came from the speakers.

“What is happening?” I whispered.

“Someone is hacking the connection,” Ryker said, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

“They are deleting the files remotely.”

“No,” Marco said, looking out the kitchen window.

“It is not a hack.”

“Look outside.”

I turned to look through the glass.

In the dark, snowy woods surrounding the cabin, several bright flashlights were moving toward us.

They were coming from three different directions.

And then, a loud megaphone voice echoed through the trees, muffled by the falling snow.

“Ryker Steel, this is the state police.”