She looked at the screen. The red threads were wilder now, thrashing like snakes. The chain around his heart had tightened. And the clock now read: .
Mira raised the X5. The rubber grip squelched under her damp palm. She sighted through the viewfinder, ignoring the cracked LCD. She focused on his face. He was arguing with someone. Her finger found the shutter button. She took a breath. Squeeze, don’t jab. digital camera x5
Click-whirr-chunk.
She powered the camera on. The battery, a cheap lithium-ion from 2012, still showed three bars. It never seemed to die. She looked at the screen