"This is log number four," J. Hanna whispered, his voice cracking. "The Road Angel didn't warn me. Not about the speed traps. About them ."
The video jittered. On the shoulder of the road, a figure stood. It was tall, impossibly thin, wearing what looked like a duster coat. Its head was a smooth, featureless oval. As the car passed, the figure didn't turn. It just flickered, like a corrupted frame of film. J Hanna Road Angel Wmv webm
The Road Angel had found a new home.
Elias sat back, a chill crawling up his spine. He looked at the second file. .webm . A newer, more efficient codec. Why would a file from 2008 be in .webm , a format that wasn't even standardized until 2010? "This is log number four," J