One Hundred and Twenty Eight

May’s POV

After we saw the footage, we saw the man that was dragged out, but we couldn’t see his face properly. We also saw that he sneaked in later because he was at the party.

It was either that, or there was a man with the same build and the same clothes on him. The only thing was, he was still not showing his face. It was as if he was evading the camera on purpose, as if there was a way for him to tell somehow where the cameras were beforehand.

I sighed as I looked at Brent, then I glanced down at the wristwatch I was wearing. It was almost time to head back to the hospital so I wouldn’t be late.

“Maybe we should come back to this later, Brent. I have to go to the hospital now.” I said and Brent nodded. We were supposed to go together, but he said he needed to get to Asher’s office to put something in place.

Brent nodded in understanding, his expression reflecting the same sense of urgency that I felt. "You're right. We've hit a dead end for now, but we'll pick up where we left of