#Chapter 217: The Missing Moments

Abby I can’t believe what I’m seeing. The footage from Mr. Caldwell’s gallery security cameras clearly shows a hooded figure walking toward the side door of my restaurant on the night of the Alpha party. But on my own CCTV footage, at the exact same time, the figure just keeps walking down the street. This doesn’t make any sense. I’ve been sitting in my living room, replaying the footage from both cameras—mine and Mr. Caldwell’s—over and over, trying to make sense of it. The discrepancy between the two clips is glaring, and I can’t shake the feeling that something sinister is at play here. It’s as if someone deliberately tampered with the footage. Frustration gnaws at me as I continue to review the footage. I wish I could figure this out on my own, but it’s clear that I need some technical help if I’m going to get to the bottom of this. I grab my coat and the USB drive containing the footage and head out of my apartment for what feels like the millionth time today. As I make my