My dad told us he was a mid-level manager at a parts distributor

slip into a forest trail just off the highway. We sleep in the car with the doors locked, all of us taking turns staying awake.

The next morning, there’s a note under the wiper.

“We don’t want to hurt you. We want what Robert took.”

We’re being hunted.

But the notebook Dad left us—it isn’t just nonsense. We start decoding it. Between my tech skills and continue reading …