“No,” Harry answered. “It"s camera footage from the gas station.”
He pushed play and watched the video begin. His monitor was suddenly filled with the black-and-white image of a young clerk standing behind the counter. The same clerk who had met his untimely end the other night.
From the camera"s position in the corner, Harry could see both the front counter and the door. Several seconds passed while the young man puttered about behind the register. There was no audio.
He looked up as the door swung open.
A man in black stepped into the store. Clothed in a sweater and a ski-mask, he was covered from head to toe with barely an inch of skin showing. Clearly this guy did not want to be identified. He raised a hand, pointing a g*n at the clerk.
The kid stepped away from the register with
