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His name was Joseph Rondin, seventeen, from the Blackfoot tribe. The boy was tall, six foot three, and lanky, wearing baggy jeans and a black ball cap. That was what Suzanne had seen of him as he was cuffed and walked in by Lonnie just after she’d shown up at the sheriff’s office with Harold.
Now, Joseph was cuffed at Lonnie’s desk across the room, and she could hear Lonnie and Marcus talking behind the closed door of his office. Of course, he didn’t sound happy.
Harold said nothing as he brought up the video surveillance of Joseph. From Suzanne’s perspective, it seemed the store cameras had zoomed in on him from the moment he walked through the door. That was the first video, the one that had originally been sent to the sheriff’s office, the one the security guards and manager had s
