In just a matter of minutes, the video of Luther went viral. It was shared across social media thousands of times. It was also liked by many and had many comments. As with anything, some agreed to join him, some called him crazy, and some didn’t take the video seriously. 


JD and Lynn spent the day together since they were both off work.


 “I needed this. Just a day watching movies and relaxing,” Lynn said. 


“Same. Especially after all of the crap that happened the other day,” JD replied. 


“Have they found a body or anything?” Lynn asked. 


JD’s phone rang.


“Well, right on queue. Here’s the detective assigned to the case.” he picked up his phone.


JD sat up and answered the phone, “Hello?”


“Hey, Mr. Walker, how are you?” Detective Johnson asked. 


“Good. How’s it going?” JD looked over at Lynn. She motioned for him to put it on speaker. JD gave a look of ‘oh yeah’ before placing the phone on speaker. 


“Well, it’s been an interesting day. So we’ve had our forensic team and just about every man, woman, and dog on the scene to look for any remains of all the victims caught in the explosion. Would you say there were about 40-45 people in there with you guys that night?” Johnson asked.


“Uhh, yeah. Probably.” JD shrugged.


“Well, that’s about how many we found. We ran DNA tests on all of them. Your friend Tony was not amongst one of those people.

You’re absolutely sure he didn’t leave the building before the explosion?” Detective Johnson asked. 


“No one else came out behind me. That explosion happened pretty fast after I left,” JD said.


“Hmm. Ok, well, that’s interesting. I’ll be in touch.” Johnson hung up the phone.


JD sat there, stoic. Lynn looked at him with a concerned look. She hugged him and laid her head on his shoulder. 


“Doesn’t make any sense. I know for a fact no one came out behind me, and if Tony did survive somehow, someway, wouldn’t he have contacted me by now? No, what am I saying? He was burned to a crisp with the others. No way anyone survived that explosion,” JD rambled on, trying to make sense of it. 


JD and Lynn’s phones vibrated simultaneously. They looked at their phones to see that they had both been tagged in a post.

 

“The hell? You get the same tag?” JD asked Lynn.


“Uhh, yeah, who’s this person? I’m not friends with them on here, are you?” She asked. 


“Never heard of him,” JD replied. 


JD played the video, leaning closer to Lynn so she could see the screen.


A man wearing an all-white mask appeared in the video, looking directly into the camera. 


“Twinkle, twinkle little star. How I wonder where you are. Hahaha. That song, sung by little kids worldwide, gives an illusion of hope. If you’re a parent, you are failing your child. This world is not full of hope. It is full of lies, greed, and violence—nothing but struggle and war. I am war. If that’s what you want, then that is what you will get. There is still time, for no man knows the place nor the hour where vengeance will strike. Come to me. Send me the ones who want to rise up against this tyranny hiding in plain sight. Just don’t send me anyone that you want back. Ha…hahahaha”—his expression turned cold and severe—” Follow the leader.”


“That voice. That’s the same guy that hacked into the TVs at the bar,” JD said. 


“Really? What the hell? What is going on? Why tag us? How did he find us? Do you think he is targeting you?” Lynn panicked a bit.


“I don’t know. I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I have to find out.” JD intently looked through the list of people tagged in the post. One of the names on the list was Tony Vargo, JD's best friend. 


“What?” JD said out loud.


“What’s wrong?” Lynn looked over. 


“Tony was tagged in this post.” JD clicked on Tony’s name. When he did, the page returned invalid, as if it had been deactivated.