The security footage kept replaying on the dusty computer screen and every time the motorcycle appeared, the same uneasy feeling settled deeper inside me.
I stood beside Jace while Derek leaned closer to the monitor, pausing the recording at several different points.
"Run that section again." I said and the footage rewound.
The motorcycle appeared near the edge of the depot and although the rider's face remained hidden beneath the helmet, Derek focused on the shape of the bike, the jacket and the markings visible along the side.
"That's him." I said and Jace looked toward him.
"You're sure?" Jace asked and Derek nodded.
"One hundred percent." I said as I folded my arms.
"Who is he?" I asked as Derek zoomed in on the screen.
"Name's Tyler Grant." Derek said as Jace's expression hard
