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shadows fell on the pavement at the top of the screen.
    “Can’t tell a damn thing from those shadows.” Cameron shot a glance up at him and lifted a questioning brow. “I don’t suppose it occurred to you to walk a little more to your left?”
    Jackson kept his attention locked on the screen. “She told me to stay close to the wall. She knew the layout of that garage as well as I do, knew the camera’s blind areas.”
    “Which means she must be a tenant or a close friend of one,” Cameron deduced.
    That had been the initial assumption of everyone on the team, and the most obvious conclusion. Except, Jackson would bet a year’s salary over half of the people who lived in his building didn’t know jack about the security. Sure, they knew it was there, but they didn’t know how it worked, what areas were really caught on tape and which weren’t.
    “Not necessarily.” He had thought about it through the night and come to a conclusion that didn’t make their job of identifying his good-Samaritan kidnapper any easier. “It could’ve been maintenance personnel, past or present. There was a major overhaul done on the building less than a year ago when the new owner bought the place. All sorts of contractors were brought in to do the work. Any of them could’ve spotted the security cameras and figured out their range. Hell, it could’ve been someone connected to the previous owner.”
    On the screen, the Impala returned to view as it exited the garage.
    “The lighting sucks ass. Can’t see a thing beyond shadows and silhouettes even through the windshield.” Cameron rewound the footage, stopped it when the Impala first entered the garage, then replayed it in slow motion. “That could be friggin’ Santa Claus in that driver seat from all we can tell here.”
    Jackson straightened and shoved his hands in the pockets of his slacks. “Did Mal tell you she ran the check on the dealer tag? It turns out it belonged to a Chevrolet Equinox sold to a husband and wife and their four kids in Meridian two weeks ago. They reported the dealer tag stolen three days after the purchase. It was apparently taken off their vehicle while it sat in their driveway in the middle of the night. Of course, no one saw a thing.”
    “Of course,” Cameron said sardonically. “That would’ve been too easy.”
    “So far we’ve been unable to pull up any sort of connection between them and anyone close to Waterston.”
    “What about you?” Cameron let the security tape roll as he leaned back in his seat and looked up quizzically at Jackson. “You got any connections in Meridian I don’t know about?”
    Jackson sighed and raked a hand through his hair. “If I do, I don’t know about them any more than you.”
    Cameron pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, a gesture he did often when his brain was working ninety-to-nothing. “And I’m guessing this Lexie Stratus doesn’t either.”
    “Kell’s still working that angle, digging up what he can find on her. She was an employee at Stardust, worked as a stripper. According to employee records, the Waterston PD’s files, and the people he’s been able to talk to associated with the place so far, she quit between sets almost a month ago and hasn’t been seen or heard from since.”
    “Somebody must have pissed her off.”
    “Maybe.” Jackson shrugged. “From what Kell found out from one of the cocktail waitresses on shift that night, she didn’t make a scene, didn’t say a word to anyone. She danced her first set, walked off the stage, and apparently out the back door.”
    “Meridian isn’t but, what, two hours from here?”
    “More like an hour and a half.” Jackson rolled with the conversational shift, knowing Cameron was playing out all the angles, his mind following his friend down the path.
    “Easy enough to make the trip, snag the tag, come back here, and devise her next move. One thing is certain, this wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment thing.