Page 38 of Silent Neighbor

Lucas nodded, then hesitated again. His brow furrowed, a look of confusion crossing his face. "So... if you're not here about the videos, what do you want from me?"

Sheila leaned forward, her voice deadly serious. "We need the identities of every member of your group, Lucas. Every single one."

The color drained from Lucas's face, his earlier bravado evaporating in an instant. "I can't do that," he said, shaking his head emphatically. "These people trust me. I can't just hand over their information to the cops."

"You can, and you will," Finn said, closing his notebook with a sharp snap. "Unless you want to go down for every single crime you've so helpfully recorded for us."

Lucas looked between them, realization dawning on his face. "You're bluffing," he said, but his voice lacked conviction. "You said you don't care about the trespassing stuff."

Sheila shrugged, her face impassive. "Maybe we do, maybe we don't. But I'm sure the park service would be very interested in that footage. Not to mention the potential civil suits from the property owners you've trespassed on."

The implications of her words hung heavy in the air. Lucas slumped in his chair, defeated. The fight had gone out of him, replaced by a weary resignation. "Okay," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Okay. I'll give you the names. But you have to promise to be careful with this information. These people... they're not bad people. They're just looking for a thrill."

Sheila nodded, sliding a notepad and pen across the table. "Start writing, Lucas," she said. "Every name, every username."

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