So it made sense that she was out cold.
Maddox's voice cut through the tension, "You said someone paid you to come here and play spook. Spill the beans on who it is, and we'll get you to a hospital."
The woman hesitated, "Mr. Maddox, you're asking me to bite the hand that feeds. I've already cashed the check. If I rat them out and they're watching this live, I'm toast!"
"Fine, we'll leave it," Maddox relented, then turned to his crew, "Keep a couple of guys on her. If anyone shows up to fetch her, nab them too."
"Got it, Mr. Maddox," one of the crew affirmed.
Seeing that Maddox and his team were about to leave, panic seized the woman, and she burst into tears. "Mr. Maddox, please don't go. I got the gig online. The client paid me through an anonymous account. I swear I don't know who hired me. They just said to haunt around this forest. The pay was so good, I took the bait! I really don't know anything else. Help me, Astar! Please!"
When the woman called out to her, Astrid turned around and looked at her. "Don't worry, you're not gonna die."
Maddox had seen Astrid's hacking prowess before, and the mention of an online transaction had his eyes lighting up with an idea. "Astrid, can you do us a solid and trace who it was?"
Astrid was already curious, so she nodded, "Sure, but what's in it for me?"
She eyed Maddox up and down, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. She then addressed the camera, "Our dear director Maddox always hides behind a mask. I remember the fans once petitioned en masse for you to show your face. How about this—if I find out who's behind this, you drop the mask for the camera?"
Maddox felt his whole body protest at the suggestion. "Isn't that a bit much?"
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