Chapter Ten
Tommy toed the door to the camera room. The walls had been painted black and the glass took up the end wall. She walked over; it was like looking into an aquarium. There was a bulky camera mounted on a tripod, the long lens trained on the table. There may be footage of Jilly, Tommy hazarded a guess. It took a minute or two, but she found a “delete” button. She touched “play” and saw shapes and images; then “select” and then “delete.” It wasn't rocket science! When she touched “play” again, there was nothing. The camera was wired to a laptop computer and she closed it and tucked it under her arm. Tommy scanned metal shelving along one wall, hoping to find a video disc with her name on it. Not so lucky, she grimly thought. Her exposé was probably in the s*x shops by now. And may
