evening review
John spent his evenings reviewing footage in hopes of finding clues. He sat at the kitchen table, laptop open, replaying hours of recordings.
‘Nothing out of the ordinary yet,’ he muttered, sipping cold coffee. Emily peeked over his shoulder. ‘Any luck?’ she asked.
John shook his head. ‘Just the usual,’ he replied, frustration creeping into his voice. The lack of concrete evidence made him restless, but he didn’t want to give up hope just yet.