I took a digital snapshot of the frozen frame.

I dropped the high-resolution image into the folder.

The silver sedan backed out of the driveway and disappeared from the camera’s view.

Kendra stood on the porch for ten more seconds, watching the street.

She went back inside and shut the door.

The porch light went out.

I looked at the electric bill graph on the second monitor.

The eighty-dollar spike lined up exactly with the hours this man spent inside my house.