“The front hall, and the wide angle at the top of the stairs.

No audio on either one.

The system only records motion, so there will be gaps.”

“How many gaps?”

“We’re about to find out.”

The file opened on October fourteenth, six forty-one in the evening.

Rosalie came through the front doors with the blue folder under her arm, wearing the gray coat with the wooden buttons.

I had bought her that coat in Savannah on a two-day leave, and she wore it to the airport to pick me up in June.