The door opened, and Damien stepped back into the house with Troy close behind him. Georgia, still standing by the table, turned toward them quickly.
“Did you find anything?” she asked, her voice filled with a mix of hope and nerves.
Damien gave a small nod. “One of the houses down the road had an old CCTV camera facing the street. The man gave me permission to check it.”
From his bag, he pulled out a small black camera.
Georgia’s eyes lit up with urgency. “Perfect. Hold on.”
She dashed into her room and came back with her laptop. She placed it on the table and flipped it open. Damien sat beside her and connected the camera’s USB to her laptop.
The screen came to life. A grainy black-and-white video started playing. The three of them leaned in, watching.
There was movement. A figure
