R O M A N
As he sat at the back of his shop, Roman shifted in his seat while looking at the short 52 second security clip, trying to get answers for who was bold enough to break in.
When he arrived, the glass of the front door was shattered and broken into, but no fingerprints were found. So whoever did it, it definitely wasn't their first time.
The police had left a few hours ago after collecting all of the evidence that they could, but even that wasn't much to go off of.
Now it was just Roman, rewatching the video for the third time, trying to catch anything the police might've missed.
He only had one security camera by the front desk given that he didn't really keep anything of value in the back besides the employee belongings in the lounge area, but thankfully no one was there when everything happened.
Even though most barbers in the city operated by cash-only, Roman was one of the few people who had a card machine by the front desk, since he knew keeping a cash register wasn't the best idea, strictly due to situations like this.
Nothing appeared to be taken though; the only thing being some broken glass that he was going to have to pay to get fixed.
Sighing, he pressed rewind with the remote, keenly observing the two males breaking through the front door with an unidentified object.
It looked to be a gun, but he couldn't quite see too much since the footage was a tad bit blurry.
They appeared to be two young black men, but the ski masks covering their faces made it difficult to distinguish anything.
One was standing by the door as the other one looked around hastily, trying to find something to steal, and more than likely sale for cash.
Roman hit pause, surveying the one that stood by the door, his head looking around to make sure no one was watching.
He zoomed in gradually, noticing that the boy wore the same pair of shoes that he saw Colby wear on his first day at work.
They were black and white Jordan 11's that had a large dark scuff mark on the side.
Now he wasn't automatically assuming that it was him, but it did make him think.
Colby hadn't came back to work since the shop opened, but since he wasn't an official employee on paper, he never thought too much of it and just let him slide for the time being.
He would just have the other barbers do his job in between clients if Roman wasn't too busy to do it himself.
It was working out well for him so far, but he knew he eventually needed to get somebody else at the front desk since business was booming.
It bummed him out that he would have to close the shop down until everything was fixed and operating as normal, but this was just apart of owning a business unfortunately.
The police had an open investigation going on, and he could already feel the stress of having to wait it out while keeping in contact with them as everything unfolded.
Wanting to get in touch with Colby just so he could try and gage his whereabouts from earlier that day, he picked up his phone that sat on the black table, going to his contact and pressing on it.
The phone rang a few times before going completely to voicemail.
Blowing out a breath, he was already feeling drained from the day, and it was only 4:45 in the afternoon.
