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 it
