bell on the door clanged.
“Can I help you?” said an old, white hippie with dreadlocked hair.
“Yeah,” Avery said, “I notice you have a camera out front. What kind of range do you get on that thing?”
“The whole block,” he said, “both directions. Had to install it two years ago. Goddamn college students. Everyone thinks these Harvard kids are so special, but they’re just a bunch of assholes like everyone else. For years they’ve been smashing my windows. Some kind of college prank, right? Not for me. You know how much those windows cost?”
“Sorry to hear that. Listen, I don’t have a warrant,” she said and flashed her badge, “but some of those idiot kids might have caused a disturbance right up your street. No cameras there. Any way I can take a look? I know the time. Shouldn’t take too long.”
He frowned and mumbled to himself.
“I don’t know,” he said, “I’ve got to watch the shop. I’m the only one here.”
“I’ll make it worth your while.” She smiled. “How about fifty bucks.”
Without a word, he lowered his head, walked around the counter, and turned the sign on the door from “open” to “closed.”
“Fifty bucks?” he said. “Come on in!”
The back of the shop was cluttered and dark. Hidden among boxes and spare supplies, the man uncovered a small television set. Above the set – on a higher shelf – was a series of electronic equipment attached to the TV.
“Don’t really use it that often,” he said, “only when there’s trouble. Tapes get erased every week on Monday night. When was your little incident?”
“Saturday night,” she said.
“All right, then, you’re in luck.”
He turned on the set.
The black-and-white image was from right outside the shop. Avery could clearly see the entrance to the store, as well as the opposite side of the street and right up Brattle. The area she specifically wanted to investigate was about fifty yards away. The image was grainier, and it was nearly impossible to make out shapes in front of the alley.
A small mouse was used to scan backwards.
“What time did you say?” he asked.
“Two forty-five,” she said, “but I’ll need to check some other times as well. Do you mind if I just sit down and look for myself? You can get back to the shop.”
A suspicious brow greeted her.
“Are you going to steal anything?”
“I’m a cop,” she said. “That goes against my motto.”
“Then you’re not like any cop I know,” he laughed.
Avery pulled out a small black chair. She wiped off the dust and took a seat. A quick review of the equipment and she was able to easily scan forward and back.
At two forty-five, a few people walked up and down Brattle Street.
At two fifty, the street appeared empty.
By two-fifty two, someone – a girl by the hair and dress – came into view from the direction of Church. She walked across Brattle and turned left. Once she passed the coffee shop, a dark image from under the trees merged with hers, and they both disappeared. For a moment, Avery could only see the indecipherable motion of various shades of black. As the scene continued, the tree shapes took on their original form. The girl never reappeared.
“Shit,” Avery whispered.
She unclipped a sleek, modern walkie-talkie from the back of her belt.
“Ramirez,” she said. “Where are you?”
“Who is this?” came a crackling voice.
“You know who this is. Your new partner.”
“I’m still at Lederman. Almost finished here. They just took away the body.”
“I need you down here, now,” she said and gave him the location. “I think I know where Cindy Jenkins was abducted.”
An hour later, Avery had the alleyway blocked off on both sides by yellow tape. On Brattle Street, a police car and the forensics van were pulled up onto the sidewalk. One officer had been stationed to discourage visitors.
The alley opened into a wide, darkened street about halfway into the block. One side of the street housed a glass real estate building and a loading dock. On the other side were housing complexes. There was a parking lot that could support four cars. Another police car, along with more yellow tape, was at the end of the alley.
Avery stood in front of the loading dock.
“There,” she said and pointed to a high camera. “We need that footage. It probably belongs to the real estate company. Let’s get in there and see what we can find.”
Ramirez shook his head.
“You’re crazy,” he said. “That tape didn’t show shit.”
“Cindy Jenkins had no reason to walk down this alley,” Avery said. “Her boyfriend lives in the opposite direction.”
“Maybe she wanted to go for a walk,” he argued. “All I’m saying is, this is a lot of manpower for a hunch.”
“It’s no hunch. You saw the tape.”
“I saw a bunch of black blurs I couldn’t understand!” He fought. “Why would the killer attack here? There are cameras everywhere. He’d have to be a complete idiot.”
“Let’s go find out,” she said.
Top Real Estate Company owned the glass building and the loading dock.
After a brief discussion with front desk security, Avery and Ramirez were told to wait on the plush leather couches for someone of higher authority to arrive. Ten minutes later, the head of security and the president of the company appeared.
Avery flashed her best smile and shook hands.
“Thanks for seeing us,” she said. “We’d like to access the camera right above your loading dock. We don’t have a warrant,” she frowned, “but what we do have is a dead girl that was abducted on Saturday night, most likely right outside your back door. Unless something comes up, we should be in and out in twenty minutes.”
“And if something comes up?” the president asked.
“Then you made the right choice to assist the police in an extremely timely and delicate matter. A warrant could take an entire day. The body of that girl has already been dead for two days. She can’t talk anymore. She can’t help us. But you can. Please help. Every second we waste, the trail gets cold.”
The president nodded to himself and turned to his guard.
“Davis,” he said, “show them up. Give them whatever
