Chapter Thirty-Nine
Harry watched the man in black get off the 284 bus and walk away from the camera.
‘He’s knows he’s on camera,’ said Lisa. ‘Look at the way he walks with his head down.’
‘Didn’t stop him looking at the camera on the bus,’ said Harry.
‘Perhaps he thought it wasn’t on,’ said Lisa.
‘I’ll bring up the recording from the next camera,’ said the technician.
They watched the man they believed was Trent Mitchell walk towards the camera mounted on top of the traffic lights at the intersection of East and North Terraces. He crossed East Terrace and walked to the bus stop opposite the stop where he’d alighted from the city bound 284 bus.
‘He must smell something bad,’ said Harry. ‘Look at the way people are moving away from him.’
Twelve minutes after he’d gotten off the 284
