Page 120 of I’ll Be Watching You

I handed over the laptop, but Cal stood behind Tim, and I sat next to him. He reeked of pot and bourbon and I wrinkled my nose in disgust.

“It’s the security footage from the night Dr. Klein died. Peter asked me to grab all the footage from that night from every entrance.”

Tim Miller had been in the middle of this conspiracy from the beginning. But I refrained from saying anything. I couldn’t risk losing this evidence.

If it was from the entrances, it wouldn’t prove my dad didn’t kill Klein, but it would at least give the police another viable suspect.

Tim brought up a list of video files and I groaned. This would take forever to go through all of them.

He scrolled down to one in the middle of the list and hit Playback. The video was black-and-white, but high quality. A man walked in using a key card through the employee entrance of the main hospital. There were no metal detectors at the employee entrance because it was accessible only with key cards.

Tim paused it on the clearest image. The man was average in every way. Not unattractive, just . . . unremarkable. He wouldn’t stand out in a crowd. He wore slacks, a dark button-down shirt, and a blazer. He carried nothing in his hands. The blazer could easily conceal the Sig Sauer that had been used to kill Devin Klein.

I had never seen him before, but I wouldn’t forget him now.

I grabbed the computer from Tim over his protests and sent the video to Jack and Tess with a brief note.

This is the man who killed Devin. His name is Carter. More soon.

“What are all these other files?” I asked Tim.

“Different times, saving one large video would take forever to search through, so I divided them into segments. He’s shown exiting as well, but this is the clearest image.”

I really hoped that Tim’s manipulation of these files didn’t make them inadmissible in court. I suppose no more so than overwriting the security disks in the first place.

“Do you know anything else about this man?” Cal asked.

“No. I really don’t,” Tim said. “That’s everything I know, I swear to God.”

Tim sipped the coffee and made a face.

“You kept this,” I said, gesturing to the video. “Did you keep the original medical file for Jim Novak too? As leverage.”

He shook his head and looked sad. “I didn’t think of it. I was kind of panicked when the nurse opened a ticket.”

I glanced at Cal, who said, “We’re too isolated out here. We need to leave.”

“You’re not going to leave me here! You promised if I helped you’d protect me!”

“Not exactly,” I muttered, “but no, I’m not going to leave you here. You’re coming with us.”

“This is safer,” he said. “No one knows where I am.”

“How do you know they didn’t follow you? Put a tracker on your car? Hack into your Airbnb account and find out where you’re staying?”

“I—” But he didn’t have an answer. “Am I being arrested?”

“Not by me,” I said. “Cal?”

“If I arrest him, I have way too much paperwork because this is out of my jurisdiction.” He winked at me.

He didn’t have to say it, but I knew the plan and I liked it.

Turn him over to the FBI. With the laptop, the video, the recording Jack and I had made earlier, and our statements, it should be enough to hold him.

“Grab your bag, we’re leaving,” I said.

Then the lights went out.