It started innocently. A silly online riddle sent by a friend. Solving it revealed a clue to another and I was soon hooked on a scintillating trail of web mystery. I wasn’t alone – I soon learned of dozens of others, scattered across the globe vying to be the first to reach the end of the line and bask in the glory of solving that final challenge.
The puzzles got harder and numbers dwindled until a year down the line there were just 2 of us left in the game. I’d spent the last week cracking a cryptogram which led me to the Federal bank armed with a code to a safety deposit box. Led into the vault, I hoped I was getting there first.
Inside the box was a laptop which I powered up to trigger a video feed showing a gagged woman bound to a chair.
Fuck! Now what?