The screen flickered. The jazz soundtrack warped into a low, humming tone. A command prompt—black on black—opened in the corner of the monitor.
> THERE ARE THREE UNSOLVED MURDERS FROM THE 1947 HOTEL ARCADE CASE. THE FILES WERE "LOST." WE FOUND THEM. SO DID SOMEONE ELSE.
But the prompt didn't vanish. It typed again.
Leo laughed nervously. "Cool Easter egg," he muttered.
"Fake." "Virus." "No way. Denuvo v4.5 on this old beast? Impossible."