The garage camera showed everything in sharp, silent detail.
Vanessa leaned forward slightly in the chair, elbows resting on her knees as she studied the screen.
Lewis—the estate mechanic—stood beside one of Gale's black sedans. The hood was open, and he worked with calm, methodical movements under the dim fluorescent lights.
Too calm.
Too methodical.
Too late at night.
Marco folded his arms behind her.
"You're sure about this?"
Vanessa didn't look away from the screen.
"Yes."
Marco frowned.
"Maybe he just missed something during the service."
Vanessa shook her head slowly.
"No."
Gale stood beside the desk, watching the monitor with the same quiet intensity.
"Explain," he said.
Vanessa pointed toward the screen.
"Look at his tools."
Marco leaned closer.
"What about them?"
"He brought them with him."
Marco blinked.
"So?"
Vanessa glanced at him briefly.
"The estate garage already has a full tool set."
Marco looked back at the screen.
