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was glad that Jenn wasn’t getting angry and defensive like she had when they’d been in Mississippi.
At that moment, Chief Brennan’s cell phone rang. He took the call, then quickly cupped the phone with his hand to tell Riley and her colleagues …
“This is Agent Sturman on the phone. He says his people got in touch with the Copelands in Europe. They said their camera was set up to record continuously, and to save everything it recorded during their absence. Sturman says they understand the urgency of the situation, and they’ve given us a permission to look at their security feed. They’ve also turned over all the information we need to view it.”
Riley saw Bill’s face light up.
“That means we won’t have to go scrambling after a warrant, then deal with the security company,” he said.
Riley, too, was excited. She asked, “How do we access the feed?”
Jenn suggested, “From what I know about these systems, we ought to be able to connect online, from any computer or even cell phone.”
“I’ll find out,” Chief Brennan said.
He spoke again with Sturman on the phone and jotted down some notes. Then he ended the call and showed the group his notes.
He said, “Sturman gave me a link, a sign-in name, and a password. We should be able to check it out right here and now.”
Riley looked at Jenn, who obviously understood these systems better than she or Bill. She said to Jenn, “Go ahead, see what you can do.”
Chief Brennan handed his notes to Jenn, who took her laptop out of her bag and opened it up on the table. It took just a few seconds for her to make the connection. Everybody at the table crowded around the laptop so they could see the image on the screen.
The picture wasn’t at all sharp or clear. But it was exactly what Riley had expected, based on the position of the camera.
She pointed and said, “Look, this is the street right in front of the Copeland house. Although you can’t see it, Robin Scoville’s house is out of frame, right across the street.”
“So what are we looking for?” Chief Brennan asked.
Riley stifled a sigh.
That’s a good question, she thought.
She thought back to her attempt to connect with the killer’s mind back at Robin Scoville’s house. She remembered imagining how the killer found Robin staring out her front window, then creeping up behind her and taking her by surprise.
Robin had been looking at something outside. Riley was sure of it.
She said to the others, “We’re looking for anything going on in the very early hours of that morning. We’re not likely to see the actual killer out on the street, but we could get lucky. It seemed that Robin was looking out her front window when she was attacked. Maybe we can get a clue what she saw out there. I don’t know what it might be. I hope we know it if we see it ourselves.”
Then she said to Chief Brennan, “You said the time of Robin’s death was around four a.m., right?”
Brennan shrugged. “That’s the approximation the medical examiner gave us,” he replied.
“It’s something we can work with,” Riley said. “Jenn, start the footage at, say, three thirty. Run it fast until we see something interesting.”
Jenn fast-forwarded through the footage. At first, the street was empty. Then a car drove by without stopping. A few minutes later, another car went by and the street was empty again.
Then Jenn stopped the feed.
“What’s that?” she exclaimed, pointing at something large and bulky that had come into view.
Looking at the still frame, Chief Brennan said, “It’s just a garbage truck. Nothing sinister about that.”
Maybe not, Riley thought.
Even so, she said to Jenn, “Back it up and run it slowly.”
Jennifer backed up the feed to just before the garbage truck appeared. Then she ran it frame by frame. The truck was the kind with mechanical arms that automatically picked up garbage bins. Although the camera did not show Robin’s house, it did show the machine picking up the bin on her curb and dumping it into the truck.
But Riley saw something much more important than that.
She pointed at the screen and said, “There’s a man right there.”
Riley’s companions peered more closely at the screen as Jenn continued to run through the footage frame by frame. Sure enough, a man was walking alongside the truck. The low-resolution image didn’t show him at all clearly. He appeared as little more than a fuzzy silhouette.
When the truck finished dumping Robin’s bin, it began to drive on to the next house. But the man just stood there.
Riley realized with a tingle …
He’s staring at Robin’s house.
Then Riley gasped and said to Jenn …
“Stop on that frame!”
Jenn stopped the feed, stared at the image, and asked …
“What’s he doing now?”
The shadowy figure seemed to have raised one arm.
“Almost looks like he’s aiming a gun,” Brennan said. “But the victim wasn’t shot.”
“It looks to me like he’s pointing at something,” Bill said.
“Pointing at the victim?” Jenn asked. “Threatening her?”
Riley said, “Keep running it slowly.”
Jenn ran the footage frame by frame by frame. Riley and her colleagues could see the man standing there for a moment, arm raised, staring in the direction of the victim’s house. Then he lowered his arm and hurried out of the frame.
Riley said to Jenn, “Run the whole thing again.”
Jenn backed up the footage to where the truck was coming into view, than ran it slowly. Again, Riley and her colleagues saw the truck stop to pick up Robin’s garbage bin. Again, they saw a man walking alongside the truck. They saw the truck start to pull out of view, then the man standing, gesturing, and finally leaving the scene.
“Who was that guy?” Chief Brennan asked in an amazed voice.
“What was he doing?” Jenn added.
And where did he go? Riley wondered.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Riley sighed in discouragement. There simply was nothing more to see.
She and her colleagues had been staring hard at the screen as Jenn ran the security camera footage several times. But the camera wasn’t well focused for that distance from the house it was set up to protect. The man walking alongside the truck remained an indistinct blur.
They’d found no clue to suggest why he’d suddenly walked out of the frame, or where he’d gone. He had never come back into view.
Riley said, “We’ve got to find out who that man is. He and the truck driver seem to be the only signs of life on that street at that time.”
“This guy was on the move at the approximate time of the murder,” Jenn added. “We could be sitting here watching the killer.”
“The truck appears to have continued on its way without him,” Bill said. “We can’t be sure they were even supposed to be together.”
“I think I know how to find some answers,” Chief Brennan said. He pulled out his cell phone. “I’ve got a direct number for Roger Link, the director of Public Works here in Wilburton.”
Brennan punched in a number, then put the call on speakerphone so Riley and her colleagues could hear.
When Brennan got the director on the line, he