"Black and white," Leo suggests. The network has an unwritten rule that gory news footage should be altered so as not to offend the sensibilities of
.
"If we take it to black and white, you can still see—" Joanna begins. Then off-camera they hear the policeman's voice.
"Hey, you're not supposed to be here."
The camera lens, which had moved from the child's head over to the area around the body, sweeps up in a sudden, jagged
movement to Joanna and the approaching policeman.
"Wait, wait," she says, reaching out to stop and rewind the tape.
She watches again as the scene is replayed. "There, look," she says, tapping the screen with a forefinger. "Did you see that?"
"What?"
She stops, rewinds, taps the
screen again. "There. That thing. Just before the camera moves to me."
Leo knits his brows, still not seeing anything. "Try a slo-mo?"
