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"𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐇, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐑 was left right here," the seventeen-year-old stockboy pointed to an empty parking space, tucking his boxcutter into the green apron tied around his waist. "They towed it yesterday mornin'." He flicked his impossibly straightened hair out of his eyes as he looked back to the two agents. "Never thought somethin' like this'd happen here.""Why's that?" Morgan asked, turning his back to the sun setting over the flat roof of the store and sliding his sunglasses atop his head.
The boy shrugged. "You hear about it all the time, but you never think you'd see it, y'know?"
Emily was able to steer the teen back to the investigation. "And CCTV didn't capture anything?"
He shook his head again. "No, ma'am." He pointed to the outer corner of the building where a white camera faced into the parking lot. It had to be at least ten years old. "This one saw her leavin' to her car." He spun to point to another, hidden against a lamppost and shrouded by an overhanging branch. "That one's been broken a while."
"We'd still like to see the footage," Morgan said.
The boy nodded. "Sure thing, mister." He lead the agents inside and towards the back of the store. He tugged on a doorhandle, aptly labelled 𝗦𝗘𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗬, and stepped into the cramped room. "It backs up e'ery night. We got four in the store, one out back, and the two out front, but one of them's broken." He looked to Emily as he repeated his earlier remark, and she nodded, smiling curtly.
Morgan dropped into the dingy, grey office chair, already searching the tapes. "Thanks Len," he had caught a glimpse of the boy's nametag earlier, "we can handle this. You can head back."
Len gave a single nod of his head as he exited, the door remaining open by use of Emily's propped boot. "Nice kid," she remarked.
"What time was Lisa taken?" Morgan asked, still scrubbing through the footage.
"Around 4."
"Okay, so..." Morgan scrolled back the tape, "here's Lisa in produce, 3:48." The two leaned in, their eyes on the image of Lisa Holden as she was picking oranges from one of the displays. It seemed normal, mundane. She had no way of knowing that her life was about to be turned over quicker than the fruit in her hand.
"I can't see anyone watching her," Emily frowned, "nobody obvious, at least."
"This is the only camera that sees the majority of the store," Morgan explained, "aside from the one at the checkouts. Anybody could've been watching her."
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