Postcard killers

Chapter 51

The recordings from the security cameras at the Museum of Modern Art were of relatively good quality. Hopeful y, they would be incriminating.

They were a bit grainy, and the colors were slightly flattened, but the people coming and going were clearly visible in the bright lighting.

The recordings had no sound.

Jacob and Gabriel a had barricaded themselves into a video suite deep in the basement of police headquarters, in the middle of piles of computer disks.

The files weren't in order or marked in any useful way, which meant they had to go through each of them in turn.

"Where to start with this very bad movie?" Gabriel a said, a note of resignation in her voice.

Jacob flipped through the disks, thinking out loud.

"The murders took place on Saturday afternoon. So they must have visited the museum before that."

"If they were ever actual y there," Gabriel a said. "Don't forget that part."

Jacob chose to ignore her negative attitude.

"Saturday morning isn't very likely," he said. "They were probably busy doing other things then."

"Like what?" Gabriel a said.

He looked at her in mild despair.

"Buying champagne and smoking dope with the German couple they would then murder in cold blood."

They divided the recordings between them and started their random viewing.