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From behind the counter, a younger employee glanced over nervously.
“They’re working fine,” he said. “Footage backs up to the cloud. I can pull it up.”
“The cameras have been acting up. Probably didn’t catch anything.”
Thirty seconds later, the footage played.
And just like that, Rick froze. The footage was clear.
Gigi walked into the diner, shaky and pale. She ordered food and waited by the counter. When the bag was ready, she took it and walked toward the door. She didn’t run. Just moved as fast as her fragile legs could carry her.
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