Adelaide’s memorial was a big deal for the White family. Franco had told Jackson to head back to the White Estate a day early to help get things ready.
That morning, on the drive back to the estate, Jay handed Franco a tablet.
“It’s all in here,” Jay said.
The tablet held copies of security footage collected from the early market. Jay had already checked through the videos and spotted Susan in a few clips. Still, he wasn’t totally confident he’d caught everything, so he’d saved every file without deleting a thing. He did rename the clips where Susan popped up, just so Franco could find them more easily.
Franco tapped open a video labeled with Susan’s appearance. The crowded market filled the screen, people moving everywhere.
He leaned back in his seat, holding the tablet in one hand. With the other, he dug a cigarette out from a secret compartment, slipped it between his lips and sparked his lighter. As the flame caught, the window slid down and a burst of cold morning air rushed in. They hit a tunnel, making the flame flicker and casting sharp shadows across his face.
He paused, eyes fixed on the timestamp. Then he clicked out of the video, pulled up another, skimmed straight to the spot after Susan showed up, and skipped through in fast-forward. Clip by clip, he moved through the files, searching for details.
By the time he’d watched everything, the car was rolling onto the White Estate grounds.
The car stopped. Jay got out and pulled open the door. Franco swung his legs out, suit pants cut perfectly, and stepped onto the misty driveway. The early fog had barely lifted, and the chill in the air was sharp and damp.
Franco handed the tablet over. “Check this out.”
Jay walked beside him, took the tablet, and glanced at the screen. Franco’s voice was cool and quiet.
“That woman — the one in the hat and mask — she keeps following Susan.”
Jay squinted at the video while Franco tapped the screen. Sure enough, near the fish vendor, there she was, right beside Susan — a woman in a fisherman’s hat and a black mask. Jay recognized her from another security tape the police had found at the candle shop.
He remembered her now. Right before Susan went into the alley, she’d been bumped into and that same woman had reached out to steady her.
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