“No.”

He shut the kitchen door and called the police himself.

The officer who arrived took the photograph into an evidence sleeve and asked where the rear camera pointed.

Malcolm gave her access to the recording without a moment’s hesitation.

“Maybe I shouldn’t work here,” I whispered after she left.

“I don’t want trouble following me into your business.”

“Trouble doesn’t get to decide who works my breakfast shift,” Malcolm said.

“We can change your hours, have somebody walk you to the bus, and make sure the back door stays secured.