was trying to picture the room like a killer might—a killer who had likely been invited in for some reason or another.
The room was situated in a way where someone coming out of the bathroom would not immediately see someone coming into the room. If the killer had managed to sneak into the room while Marjorie Hix had been in the bathroom, he would have gone completely unseen.
“No clues of any kind in the bedroom, huh?” Kate asked.
“None listed in the report. Not even a single drop of blood. Nothing.”
Kate walked around the room and stopped at the window closest to the bed. She had to draw the curtains back, but she saw that it looked out onto a back yard with a wooded lot beyond. She then went into the bathroom. It, like most everything else in the house, was large and boastful. She hunkered down on her haunches and peered beneath the little thin spaces between the bottoms of the counters under the sinks and the floor. Other than a few stray dust bunnies, there was nothing.
“What’s the security system like?” Kate asked.
“Um,” DeMarco said as she scanned through the reports. “Apparently, there’s no actual security system. But they do have one of those doorbell cameras.”
“That’s perfect. Did the PD get access to it?”
“Yes. It says here that the husband gave Bannerman the passcode. Apparently, it’s all accessible through the camera’s mobile app.”
“Any idea what the app is?”
“It doesn’t say. I’m sure Bannerman has it, though.”
“Hold that thought,” Kate said. She left the bedroom with DeMarco trailing behind her, still scrolling through the records.
They found Nadine Owen checking over the living room walls, apparently looking for preexisting scuff marks before the movers arrived. “Ms. Owen,” Kate said. “Would you happen to know the name of the app the Hixes used for their doorbell camera?”
“I do, actually,” she said. “When the husband called to list the house, he gave me their passcode so I could go in and kill the account before someone else moved in.”
“Have you killed it yet?”
“No.” Nadine seemed to understand where this was all headed. A look of brief excitement crossed her face as she pulled out her cell phone. “I can log in under his account if you need to check it.”
“That would be great,” Kate said.
Nadine sat down at one of the barstools along the kitchen counter and opened up the app. Kate and DeMarco watched as Nadine logged in under the Hix account. Within a few seconds, the address of the Hix home popped up. Nadine clicked on it and a page with a calendar appeared on the screen.
“The app allows us to go back sixty days. Anything more than that and it all gets stored on the cloud.”
“Sixty days is more than enough. In fact, there are just two days I need you to check.”
“I assume one would be from eight days ago, right? The day she was killed?”
“Yes, please.”
“How exactly does this work?” DeMarco asked.
“There’s a sensor on the doorbell,” Nadine said. “When anyone comes up on the porch, it activates the camera. It then records until the person is either inside the house or has otherwise left the porch.”
“So there will only be a video entry on the day of her murder if someone walked up on the porch, correct?” Kate asked.
“That’s right. And…here we are. There are two videos from last Wednesday…the day she was killed.”
The three women hunched around Nadine’s phone, watching the somewhat grainy color playback from the app’s video feed. The first video was easy to dismiss right away. It was a UPS driver, placing a box on the front porch and then quickly walking away and returning to his truck. The box was not very large and was adorned with the Amazon logo on the side. Three seconds after the driver was gone, the camera cut off.
Nadine then pulled up the second video and pressed Play. A woman came up onto the porch and rang the doorbell. It was answered several seconds later. There was no audio, but it was clear the woman on the porch was conversing with whoever had answered the door—presumably Marjorie. This was made clear a few moments later when Marjorie stepped out onto the porch, chatted with the woman for about a minute, and headed back inside. The woman called something out over her shoulder as she went down the stairs, and then the video was done.
“Any idea who that woman is?” DeMarco asked Nadine.
“No, sorry. Now, you said there was some other date you needed to check out?”
“Yes. Exactly two weeks ago. Are there any entries there?”
Nadine did some scrolling and then stopped when the calendar stopped fourteen days ago. There were two entries that day as well. Nadine played the first one right away, without being asked to do so.
Instantly, Kate recognized the man who came up onto the porch, ringing the doorbell: Mike Wallace. He was wearing the same Hexco uniform they had seen him in less than an hour ago. After several seconds, the door was answered, he spoke to someone for about ten seconds, and was then invited inside.
Nadine looked to them both, as if to see if there was any reaction. When she saw that there was none, she tapped at the next entry—particularly at the time stamp. “This next one is only fourteen minutes later.”
She pressed play and they watched as the exact opposite of what they had just seen happened. Mike Wallace came out of the front door, back into the frame. He turned and spoke to someone at the door—again, presumably Marjorie Hix. The conversation lasted about twenty seconds and then Mike headed down the stairs. Before Mike’s exit had a chance to kill the feed, the little sensor picked up more movement. Marjorie Hix stepped out onto the porch with a watering can and set to watering a pot of lilacs on the porch rail.
While it didn’t prove much, the fact that there were no security videos of Mike Wallace on the day of her death was a pretty strong alibi.
“Anything else?” Nadine asked.
Kate and DeMarco shared a look and they both shook their heads simultaneously. Kate wasn’t sure if DeMarco was thinking the same thing she was or not, but she knew there was a good chance.
The security footage had basically ruled out Mike Wallace. But the husband…
“There’s a garage on the side of the property,” Kate said. “Looks like it’s on some sort of sublevel to the house, is that right?”
“It is. Would you like to see it?”
“No, that’s not necessary. But would you happen to know if that’s where Mr. Hix always parked?”
“I’m fairly certain, yes.”
“And I assume there’s a primary entrance into the house through that garage?”
“Of course.” She pointed to a door at the very back of the house, just off of the kitchen and inside a mudroom area. “Right there.”
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