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After watching the surveillance footage twice, I returned to the small table with Holly Mason’s file and mulled over what I’d just seen. On the November night in question, there appeared to be only four other customers visible inside the Family Dollar store besides Holly Mason. A young man with shoulder-length hair and wearing a long, black coat roamed the aisles, while an older white-haired man who looked to be in his 60s or 70s stood at the checkout counter talking to a young Hispanic man who appeared to be the only cashier on duty. Another man with a ball cap stood in one of the aisles perusing greeting cards, while an elderly woman, with Hispanic or Native American features, her steel-gray hair gathered in a tight bun, pushed a cart along the aisles choosing groceries, p
