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Chris scrolled back ten minutes and then zoomed the recording of the drone’s data feed on their little house.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. At five minutes he knew he’d missed her. He’d spent too long in indecision.
He rolled backwards faster and faster.
At seventeen minutes back, he found her.
He began scrolling forward at two times speed.
She had rushed out the door. In accelerated mode she practically flew.
He lost her several times with the joystick because when she turned the corner of the street and was out of sight of the house, she’d run as if the very devil was after her.
Chris finally had to slow down the feed while he was still fourteen minutes behind her because she’d reached the edge of the market. Finally he had to go back to real time and growl in frustration at bein
