Chapter Nineteen
By the time Ben got upstairs, most of the task force had already assembled in the conference room.
“Do you mind if I sit here?” Ben quietly asked Annie as he stood behind the open chair next to hers.
“Knock yourself out,” came the chilled reply, and a rebuffed Ben meekly sat down.
“We have about three months’ worth of footage to sift through,” Nathan announced. “And we really need to find something useful in the next three days to give us some leverage when we make contact again on Saturday with one of the suspects.”
Hank waved his hand to get Nathan’s attention.
“Should we work backward? Start with the most recent videos?”
“Let’s do this,” Nathan suggested. “Who’s got Cruz’s file notes?”
Patterson held up a folder.
“Take another look through that thing. Maybe the
