Guilty as Framed by Lois Winston

Author:Lois Winston
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lois Winston
Published: 2022-09-06T00:00:00+00:00

THIRTEEN

“That’s not all,” said Zack. He fast-forwarded the feed from the new camera. A few minutes later, it showed the driver racing down the driveway, jumping into the SUV, and peeling out into the street.

“Send me the feed,” said Spader. “I’ll run the plate, but I’m willing to bet we’re dealing with another stolen vehicle.”

“Keep watching,” said Zack.

“There’s more?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah, and it’s quite odd.”

Spader and I continued to watch the video. “Is that someone hiding behind the tree across the street?” I asked, squinting at what appeared to be a head peering out from behind the large maple.

Zack nodded. “Watch what happens next.”

Someone dressed in a three-quarter-length parka with fur-trimmed hood stepped from behind the tree and darted across the street, running down our driveway and into the backyard. The way the person was dressed, including a muffler that partially covered the lower half of the face, made it impossible to determine whether we were looking at a burly man or a heavyset woman.

I gasped. “A lookout?”

Zack held up a finger. “Wait.”

We continued watching as a dark SUV drove slowly down the street, parked across from the driveway, and cut its lights. The driver remained inside the car.

Zack fast-forwarded the feed. Half an hour later, the person who had run down the driveway reappeared with the man who had entered our house earlier that night. He carried a shovel.

They walked down the driveway, turned right at the sidewalk, and continued down the street.

The driver’s side door of the SUV that had parked across from the driveway opened. A slight woman dressed only in jeans and an oversized hoodie that fell over her forehead bounded out, hurried across the street, and confronted the other two people. The man in the puffer coat and ski mask grabbed her arm and pulled her behind a row of waist-high hedges that bordered the property next door to us.

“It’s difficult to tell what’s happening,” I said.

“At least they’re not attacking her,” said Spader, canting his head and squinting at the screen.

“Not physically,” said Zack, “but from their body language, I’m guessing the three of them know each other and are in the middle of a huge fight.”

“Amazing that none of the neighbors heard,” I said. “Then again, scratch that. We weren’t home, the McMansion across the street is empty, and the people on either side of us are extremely elderly and hard of hearing. They also probably turn in by eight o’clock each night.”

A few minutes later, the woman stepped from behind the shrubbery. The lookout held onto her arm. When they crossed the street, the young woman climbed into the passenger seat of the SUV, the lookout behind the wheel, and they drove off. We watched as the man in the puffer coat continued down the street until he was out of view.

“He’s no longer carrying the shovel,” I said.

“No, he’s not,” said Spader. “Good eye, Mrs. Pollack.”

Spader called Officer Eastman over again. “Looks like the perp ditched the shovel in the bushes next door.

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