It begins with an ordinary moment. A rainy Sunday. A student walks the last two blocks home, red hoodie damp, a grocery bag thumping against her knee. The porch light hums. A doorbell camera clicks. And the feed freezes. In that single, silent frame, a life is gone.
From that digital blink, the first uneasy clues emerge. An idling sedan at the edge of a park, its driver-side door ajar. A singl...
