Dante

A tiny smile quickly left my face the moment Valeria stepped out. I scoffed, as I relaxed in my seat.

“Get me the camera records of D-line for last couple days”, I ordered in a flat but sharp tone.

I pointed for the guard to set it up on the desk monitor upon his return with the footage. I watched with a steady and unblinking kind of glare as the screen began to flicker on.

I spent more than an hour going through each clip, my fingers tapping gently on the table in a slow rhythm. ...