Chapter 240
could they determine the identity?
J bit her thumbnail, thinking hard.
Clemente said “thank you” to the prison guard and hung up the phone.
“The surveince camera,” J said abruptly. “They didn’t call the police. But the surveince
camera along the street must have captured the car ident…and the face of that person being
hit!”
Clemente was looking at her with a mixed expression of awe and frustration.
“Are you always this stubborn?” he asked. “You could be in the hall right now, surrounded by
people, hearing them call you a hero and telling you what a great job you did today… Yet you
choose to waste your time here, chasing a lead that doesn’t exist. Do you hate yourself?”
J let out a cold sneer.
She didn’t hate herself.
She just happened to be very, very vindictive.
When Agnes destroyed her life, she swore to herself that she would shove that bitch. into hell.
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She would not stop until that goal was achieved.
“To the surveince room. Now.”
room
She said icily and went striding out of the room, with Clemente on her heel.
20 minutester, they sat down in the surveince room in front of arge screen ying all the
surveince footage from that night.
They didn’t know the exact location of the car ident, nor the precise time when it
took ce.
So they had to look camera to camera from the restaurant to Keavy’s house, frame by frame, inch
by inch.
Clemente looked for about 15 minutes and his eyes became sore.
…This is torture…
He leaned back in his chair, rubbed his eyes, and sighed.
J still had her eyes glued to the screen.
She let out a snortingugh, “Giving up already? I was expecting more willpower from the great
general Clemente.”
Clemente blushed, looking embarrassed.
“What if it turns out to be aplete passerby?” he asked, “A passerby who had nothing to do with
this case and just happened toe out for a walk and got hit by a car…What then?”
“Then I will buy you some eyedrops and thank you for your assistance. Can we get back to work
now?”
J was feeling agitated as well.
Deep down in her heart, she was also afraid that all these efforts would turn out to be nothing.
But nobody could tell until they found the footage.
Another half an hour of silent searching.
Then Clemente gasped, “Here! I found it…This is the owner’s car, isn’t it?!”
J slid over in her chair and stared at the screen.
It was the owner’s car! The scene where the car ident took ce!
“y it from the beginning!” she snapped in a strained voice, “Can you see that person’s face?”
They stared at the screen, hyper–focus. Didn’t dare to miss a single frame.
They saw the owner hit that person.
The owner jumped out of the car walked that person into his car and then hastily ran
off to the convenience store.
“Can you see what that person is doing in the car?!” J snapped.
“No. The car window is tainted. I am seeing exactly what you are seeing…Stop pinching me!”
Clemente groaned with a grimace.
The person got out of the car a short momentter, holding their head down, and disappeared at
the edge of the frame.
The person was very careful. Didn’t reveal his or her face for a single second.
“Well.”
Clemente rubbed his face, “That is it. No face. We tried everything…”
“The fuck we did!” J snarled, “Pull out the camera on the next block! NOW!”
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“The fuck we did!” J snarled, “Pull out the camera on the next block! NOW!”
“OK, OK–I said NO PINCHING!!!”
He opened the footage captured by the surveince camera on the next block.
They saw the person walking into the frame and stopped by a trash bin.
The person started taking down the baseball hat and mask and tossed them into the trash bin.
J hit pause and zoomed in.
The screen froze on that person’s face.
A beautiful face with an evil grin on those lips.
It was Agnes.
…Fuck…” Clemente murmured, utterly shocked.