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Chatper 240
Chatper 240
Chapter 240
could they determine the identity?
Janet bit her thumbnail, thinking hard.
Clemente said “thank you” to the prison guard and hung up the phone.
“The surveillance camera,” Janet said abruptly. “They didn’t call the police. But the surveillance camera
along the street must have captured the car accident…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?”
Janet 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.
She would not stop until that goal was achieved.
“To the surveillance room. Now.”
room
She said icily and went striding out of the room, with Clemente on her heel.
20 minutes later, they sat down in the surveillance room in front of a large screen playing all the
surveillance footage from that night.
They didn’t know the exact location of the car accident, nor the precise time when it
took place.
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.
Janet still had her eyes glued to the screen.
She let out a snorting laugh, “Giving up already? I was expecting more willpower from the great general
Clemente.”
Clemente blushed, looking embarrassed.
“What if it turns out to be a complete passerby?” he asked, “A passerby who had nothing to do with this
case and just happened to come 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?”
Janet 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?!”
Janet slid over in her chair and stared at the screen.
It was the owner’s car! The scene where the car accident took place!
“Play 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?!” Janet snapped.
“No. The car window is tainted. I am seeing exactly what you are seeing…Stop pinching me!” Clemente
groaned with a grimace. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.
The person got out of the car a short moment later, 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…”
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“OK, OK–I said NO PINCHING!!!”
He opened the footage captured by the surveillance camera on the next block.
They saw the person walking into the frame and stopped by a trash bin.
Janet 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.