Claire's POV
My ass is numb from sitting in this plastic hospital chair for the past four hours. The steady beep of Kira's heart monitor is the only sound besides my furious typing. I've been friends with Kira since we were snot-nosed kids sharing juice boxes, and I've never seen her this broken.
"Got anything yet?" Kira asks, her voice raspy from disuse.
I crack my knuckles, eyes still glued to my screen. "Almost in. Hospital Wi-Fi is s**t, but I'm working around it."
The security footage from the party is our only lead, and I'm determined to crack it. Computer science wasn't just a major I picked for fun—turns out hacking skills come in handy when your best friend gets shot.
"I still can't believe Damon is back," I say, breaking the tense silence. "And that he's actually helping you."
Kira shi……
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