Adam didn't believe Derek Shaw's confession.
He couldn't explain why. The evidence fit. The man had motive, opportunity, a record. But something felt wrong. A loose thread he couldn't ignore.
He sat in the garage office, the security footage playing on Leo's laptop for the tenth time. The hooded figure moved through the hallway, confident, unhurried. Someone who knew the building. Someone who belonged there.
“Play it again,” he said.
Leo sighed. “Adam, I've watched this fifty times. There's nothing new.”
“Slow it down. Frame by frame.”
Leo complied.
The figure walked past a fire extinguisher. Past a service door. Past a security camera that hadn't been wiped.
“Stop.”
Adam pointed at the screen. “There. The way they turn their head. They're looking at the camera. They know it's the
