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Second clip: playground view—kids running, normal noise, nothing remotely unsafe.
He watched it, his expression tightening.
“Yes,” I said.
“From all week. She watches them every time they’re outside. Last week she said they might have drugs.
They’re terrified of her now.”
He nodded once, then turned and headed toward Deborah.
I hung back by the swings, close enough to hear.
“Ma’am,” he said as he approached her. “We’ve seen video footage from her cameras.”
Deborah blinked. “Footage?”
“Yes,” he said.
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