I stared at the monitor for several long seconds without saying a word. The workshop was completely silent except for the quiet hum of the computer.
Ben replayed the footage and then replayed it again. Neither of us needed to watch it a third time. Charlotte had been careful.
She had waited until I was distracted helping another customer before wandering across the workshop floor. She’d smiled at George on her way past, complimented a customer on his motorcycle and acted as though she was simply looking around.
Then she’d checked over both shoulders before the movement was made very subtly. It was quick and deliberate.
She crouched beside the customer’s bike for less than five seconds before standing again and casually walking away.
Five seconds. That was all it had taken and Ben
