JACK
I stood beside the police officer, my mind racing as he tapped on the screen, rewinding the footage.
“There,” the officer muttered, pointing at the screen.
I leaned in closer, watching as the figure appeared briefly on camera.
Dressed in all black, the intruder moved swiftly, and just as we’d feared, his face was hidden behind a mask.
The footage barely gave us anything to work with before the screen went black, leaving us staring at a blur of darkness.
“The intruder spray-painted the lens,” the officer explained, sighing as he stepped back.
“Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing. They disabled the camera before we could get a good look at them.”
I clenched my fists, frustration bubbling inside me. “So, you’re telling me there’s nothing we can use?”
The office
