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Detective Brogan called Dino back. “We got it!”

“Oh?”

“It’s only the camera across the street, and it’s not from a great angle, but you can see two men entering the garage on foot shortly before eight o’clock on the night of the murder.”

“Can you identify them?”

“No. Like I said, it’s a bad angle. You don’t get a shot of their faces. But they’re big guys, and they look like thugs. And as far as we can tell, they snuck in.”

“How do you figure?”

“They waited until the attendant was down the block. Somehow they distracted his attention. I don’t know how, but there’s video of him coming out of the garage and hurrying down the block. Right after that the two guys come from the opposite direction and enter the garage hugging the wall, just like a guy would have to do to avoid the video cameras.”

“Can you send me the video?”

“I’m on it. But you’re going to see what I see. The back of two guys’ heads. Nothing distinctive about them, except they’re two big, solid guys. Dark, nondistinctive clothing. Nothing much to make an ID.”

“They’re the only ones who entered the garage?”

“They’re the only ones who entered the garage on foot. Anyone could have driven in.”

“Did any cars drive in while the attendant was down the street?”

“No. It was only a minute. The guys went in, the attendant came back. He didn’t miss them by much, but he missed them. Aside from that, cars went in and out, but they belong to people who live in the building because the attendant knew them.”

“Okay. Send me the video.”

“You want to see it now? I’ll share it with you in Dropbox.”

Dino had barely hung up the phone when his e-mail beeped. It was a message from Detective Brogan (via Dropbox). Dino clicked on it and got a blue rectangle inviting him to View File. He clicked on that and got the video.

Brogan was right. There was no way to tell who the guys were, but they looked like thugs, and they looked like they were sneaking into the garage.

Dino sat back in his chair and scowled.

Much as he hated to admit it, it was looking more and more like Taperelli had Yvette killed.

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