The light from the monitors was the only source of light in the security room as Enzo and Paolo sat looking over the footage, their eyes bloodshot from hours of scanning two days’ worth of footage.
The silence was thick, and the only sound was that of the electronics and the occasional impatient sigh from the men.
“Hell man, we’ve been through all of it twice now,” Paolo groaned, rubbing his eyes. “There’s nothing.”
“Let's try again,” Enzo insisted. “Let’s go through the last night slot one more time.”
Paolo reluctantly dragged the timeline back. The footage rolled, grainy and uneventful — until Enzo squinted and leaned closer.
“Wait… pause here.”
Paolo stopped it immediately.
“Zoom in—on the east exit near the gardens,” Enzo instructed, pointing at the shadowy corner of the screen
