Frustration clawed at his chest. Every lead had vanished, and without proof, he was just another paranoid man ranting about shadows in the woods. He needed something tangible, something irrefutable. And then, like a lightning strike, the idea hit him—he needed a drone.
Jacob rushed into town, heading straight for the hunting store. He emptied his savings on the best model he could afford, a high-resolution camera attached to a sleek, lightweight frame. This was it. This was how he would prove everything.