Ford's POV:
"We'll take our leave now", they turned around to leave and I sat back on my desk. He was the last person who was walking out the door when he stopped to look back. I immediately lowered my gaze on the papers in front of me. Don't wanna be considered a creep, you know.
"Oh I'm sorry I almost forgot to ask something, before we leave." He said entering back into the lounge area of my office.
I looked up "What is it, Richards?"
"I can't help but notice that you have cameras set up all over this building, and very conveniently for us there are a few with almost all the angles near the exists of this building, I would like to have the footage of those from two nights ago, around the time you left for the club and onwards, until you left again for home or wherever else you went, after the meeting."
"You need my camera footage? I don't understand, am I a suspect now? I thought you already got the killer." I countered raising my right brow at his last request.
