Chapter 8 - The Security Cameras Capture An Impossible Sighting
Back upstairs, Marcus Sterling’s voice crackled frantically over the security radio in Richard’s coat pocket.
“Mr. Vance! Mrs. Vance! You need to come back to the security control room immediately!” Marcus shouted through static.
Evelyn and Richard hurried up the stone stairs, leaving the subterranean vault wide open behind them.
When they burst into the security office, Marcus pointed a shaking hand at camera monitor four, which overlooked the formal gardens.
A figure in a charcoal tuxedo was walking slowly across the open lawn toward the historic stone gazebo.
The security camera feed glitched every time the man passed beneath a high-voltage garden floodlight.
“I sent two armed guards to intercept him, but look at the motion sensors,” Marcus said, his voice trembling.
The digital motion map showed no heat signature or weight displacement moving across the grass.
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Yet, on the visual video feed, the man was as clear as day, turning his head to look directly into the camera lens.
It was Thomas Reid, looking not a day older than thirty-five, wearing the exact tuxedo from 1956.
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