I stared at the security monitor, but my mind refused to accept what my eyes were showing me.
The image was grainy, and the lighting inside Lawson Customs had been poor, but the person standing near my office was unmistakable.
Kyle.
Derek froze the footage and enlarged the frame, while Jace stood beside me with his arms folded and his expression harder than I had ever seen it.
“Run it again.” I said so Derek rewound the recording.
The figure entered through the rear of the building, moved down the hallway, and disappeared into the office.
A few minutes later, he came back out.
This time, the camera caught more of his face and Derek compared the footage with Kyle’s employee photograph, and the resemblance was impossible to dismiss.
“It’s him.” Derek said and I felt something cold se
