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them and attach them to an email but it will degrade the quality of the video. Chances are the files will still be too big.”
    “Let me call over to the station. I’ll have one of our guys bring something over. What do you need?”
    “Wait, I have a memory stick sitting here. It just has a bunch of photos on it that we were going to use for our website. I’ll transfer the photos over to my computer and we can just use that one.”
    “That would be great. I appreciate it.”
    He transferred the files off of the memory stick and made the copies of the video. The process took a few minutes.
    “There you go. Should be all set.”
    He handed me the drive. I stuck it in my pocket.
    “Thanks again.”
    “Sure. Hope it helps with your case and finding the girl.”
    “I’ll have someone bring you the memory stick back when we’re finished with it.”
    “Nah, don’t worry about it. Glad to help.”

Chapter 13
    After the four block walk back to the station, I went to go talk with someone in our Tech Department.
    I walked in and found Terry Murphy sitting at his desk.
    “What’s going on, Murphy?” I asked.
    “I’m working on getting something from this cell phone that was dropped off. Guess the guys from the drug task force think it could have valuable contacts on it,” he said.
    “Anything yet?” I asked.
    “Nah, the phone is pretty much shot. SIM card is damaged.”
    “Well, I have a couple videos I want someone to take a look at for me. You want a crack at it or should I grab someone else?”
    “I’ll check them out. Need a break from this thing anyway.”
    I handed Murphy the memory stick. He plugged it into the port on his computer and brought up the files.
    “OK. What do you need?”
    “There should be a video for the front door camera. Pull that up.”
    “Yup, got it here.” He double clicked the file.
    “Alright go to 2:52 a.m.”
    He scrolled the bar at the bottom of the screen to the correct time.
    “Let it play and pause it when you see a couple coming out of the front doors,” I said.
    He let the video play for a few seconds. Jessica Casey and Jake Richwood entered the frame.
    “Is this what you want?”
    “Yeah, hit pause.”
    The frame stopped and jittered back and forth across the screen.
    “OK, print me a couple copies of that image.”
    Murphy clicked the print button. The printer at the side of his desk clicked and beeped as it started kicking out copies.
    “Alright. Now see what you can do about finding that couple on the other video feeds that cover the inside of the bar. Let me know if you find something.”
    “No problem, Lieutenant.”
    I grabbed a few of the images he printed and proceeded to the stairwell. I ran up the stairs to the third floor and headed for Captain Bostok’s office. Hank was sitting inside talking with the captain. I gave the door a knock and walked in. “You guys in the middle of something?” I asked.
    “Not really. Come on in. Rawlings was just going over what he got from the interview with the witness.”
    “Which witness was it?”
    “It was Lucy Jennings.”
    I shrugged. “Which was that?”
    “Not the one that called 9-1-1,” he said.
    “Well, anything we didn’t already know?”
    “Nope. Her statement was about the extent of what she witnessed. She thought she saw a fight from across the structure. Then her memory gets foggy from there. Now, she’s not certain that it was a van she saw speeding off. It could have been an SUV. She also can’t be certain on the color—white, gold, or silver. Something light colored, she said.”
    “So not a fountain of knowledge is what you’re saying?”
    “Precisely,” Hank said.
    “Hank told me the bar was letting you look through their surveillance videos? Get anything?” the captain asked.
    “Yeah, spill it,” Hank said.
    “Got them leaving.” I tossed the photos that Murphy printed off the video on the captain’s desk. Hank and the captain each grabbed one.
    “So they were there?”