Carlos pushed his glasses a bit further up his nose, adjusting just a little so his sore muscles wouldn’t stiffen more than they already had. He was completely locked into the laptop, rewinding the same two months worth of video clips over and over again. He felt sick to his stomach listening to it all, two months of some stranger talking to this little girl over a video camera.

He chewed absently on the inside of his cheek, rewinding the clip again. And again. And-