That memory alone made this worth looking into.
“If something happened last night,” I said, “Wouldn’t it be on the video? It records the whole night through, right?”
Amber looked up, surprised. “Of course!”
She hopped to her feet and rushed to the desk. Grabbing the mouse, she clicked the time bar of the video and tried to rewind. Almost immediately, she frowned deeply, all new hope in her eyes dwindling.
“What is it?” I asked, coming to her side.
“The video… there’s time missing,” she said. “Two hours…”
“Are you sure?” I said, but as I moved over her shoulder, I could see clearly what she was talking about. The time stamp jumped ahead two full hours as she moved from one frame of the video to the next. “How is that possible? A computer glitch?”
“Maybe,” Amber said. “But this, combi
