Molly
The tech-guy was nervous. His hands were trembling as he sat in front of the various screens, opening folder after folder to find both the footage we needed and the information about the used keycard.
“Here it is.” He said, sounding more confident as he double-tapped on another folder, making a long list pop open on the screen. I wasn’t sure what I was looking at, because several numbers and letters were scattered all over. He typed a few things on the keyboard and I watched in surprise as everything on the screen was rearranged, making everything readable.
“Who the hell is Joseph Davies?” I spurted out as my eyes travelled over the information in his file. It was deficient, to say the least. No home address, no phone number and his picture almost looked unreal. Not that I knew e
