The air in the cramped, neon-lit internet café in downtown Amman was thick with the scent of tobacco and overheated processors. Elias sat in the corner, his eyes fixed on the flickering monitor. He wasn’t looking for news, or games, or social media. He was looking for a ghost.
A progress bar appeared, crawling forward with agonizing slowness. 1%... 5%... 12%.
"Don't do it, kid," a voice rasped from the booth behind him.
