Justin stood frozen, sensing Dylan's seething frustration. The tension in the room only intensified his nervousness. He had reviewed it all earlier, and the man's face wasn't visible anywhere—but couldn't voice it out of fear.
Dylan's eyes stayed glued to the screen. He rewound and replayed the footage, hoping for some clarity, but the distance and poor angle of the camera didn't give any clue. He was disappointed.
"What is this nonsense?" Dylan barked. "Why is nothing clear?"
Justin opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat.
"Are there any cameras installed nearby?" Dylan asked, his tone teetering on the edge of losing all patience.
"Um, no…" Justin stuttered.
