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Adalhard spotted the CCTV camera when he first entered the Stuarts Well roadhouse. It was mounted behind the counter, high on the rear wall above a food service hole connecting the kitchen area from the front customer service area. Now, his shopping basket almost filled, he needed to move to the counter to pay. He adjusted the baseball style cap he wore, pulling the peak low on his forehead. At the counter, keeping his head lowered and his eyes down, he unloaded the shopping basket as the woman rang each item into her cash register.
As the woman entered the items, she noticed everything the man purchased was packaged food items. “Camping out?”
“Yes,” he nodded.
“You have enough food here to last you at least a week,” the woman smiled. “Do you often free-camp?”
“Free-camp?”
“Yes, c
