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Kira and Jeff strode into the living room of Kira’s apartment where Rob was waiting. Kira flopped onto the couch and Jeff settled beside her.
“Well?” Kira prompted Rob without preamble. “What’s the deal with the security footage? It seemed OK when I watched it on fast forward at Trevor’s place.”
“That’s because there was nothing to see,” Rob said with a cryptic smile. He turned his laptop around.
Kira sighed and got up to look. The video was playing at regular speed. A woman was walking toward the Wrights’ home—the housekeeper Trevor had identified earlier. Nothing seemed suspicious or out of place.
She shrugged. “It looks fine to me.”
Rob leaned forward. “What if I told you that this woman walks up to the house at exactly five twenty-three every morning? What if I told you that a
