Ethan
He reached the window overlooking the garden, paused for several seconds, and observed the exterior security cameras.
Then he took in the distance between them, the lighting, the railings, the access routes.
Finally, he spoke.
"Were these cameras installed when the accident happened?"
"Yes."
"I want to see those recordings."
"I have copies. I gave the police the videos, but it seems nothing came of it..."
"Good... We'll review them later."
He continued walking. It was strange. He didn't seem like a detective; he seemed like an architect studying a building. Or a strategist analyzing a battlefield. As we walked, I heard soft footsteps behind us.
I turned around. Clara... She was wearing a light-colored robe over her pajamas, her hair slightly disheveled, her eyes still slee
