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I watched the footage again after the shop closed, concentrating on the part I had ignored while Havoc was standing across the street.
Benny sat beside me in the clubhouse security room with one boot hooked under his chair. Jarek stood behind us, arms folded, while I moved through the exterior-camera timeline a few seconds at a time. We already knew what Havoc had done. I wanted to know what else had been happening while every eye in the shop was fixed on him.
“Back up another minute,” Benny said.
I did.
The wider camera caught the neighboring storefronts, part of the sidewalk, and the intersection beyond the shop. Havoc had not entered the frame yet. Two people crossed near the corner. A delivery van rolled past. A man in a gray jacket came into view near the closed insurance of
