The .wmv was first. Elias clicked it, expecting a dashcam recording or a GPS log from the "Road Angel" brand of speed camera detectors popular in the late 2000s.
The Road Angel had found a new home.
Elias slammed the laptop shut. The basement was silent. Then, from the laptop's speakers, even though it was closed, a single, clear bell tone rang out.
The .wmv ended abruptly with a screech of digital static.
The man was J. Hanna. But he hadn't aged a day. His eyes, however, were hollow.