Page 57 of Night Prey
“Oh my.” Beatrice’s fingers tightened on the sweater. “Must’ve been while I was out, or I probably would’ve seen the driver who dropped it off. How can I help?”
“You have a security camera on your garage. I was hoping it might’ve caught whoever delivered the package.”
She frowned. “I know the camera can see her house, but I don’t remember ever getting any alerts when something happens over there.” She narrowed her eyes. “Honestly, my hubby put the camera in. He gets the alerts and tells me what he thinks I need to know. I’d much rather go out and talk to my neighbors than watch them through a camera.”
“Could we look at your files to see?”
“The app is on his iPad. I can try to find it. Come in.” She stepped back, and he entered the dark house that smelled like pine cleaner.
She led him to her kitchen, where a bucket of water sat with a mop inside. “Sorry, I was mopping, but looks like the floor’s dry. Can I offer you something to drink?”
He smiled at her when all he really wanted to do was get a look at that iPad, but she was being kind and helpful, and he needed to be patient. “I’m good, but thank you.”
She gestured off-handedly at the stools and sat. An iPad clasped in a case with a camouflage pattern stood open on the counter.
“My husband is a hunting fanatic.” She tapped the screen a few times. “Interesting. Looks like there’re a few files that recorded while I was out.”
“It probably picked up the police and bomb squad arriving.”
“Bomb squad?” Her gaze flew to him. “I really missed something, didn’t I?”
“No bomb. Just a precaution.”
Her expression troubled, she returned her focus to the tablet.
“Start with the most recent video first,” he said. “That’ll likely be the delivery, and the others, recordings of the police and squad.”
She tapped the screen and swiveled the case, allowing them both to see the screen.
An orange drone with the drone manufacturer’s name printed in black on the side swooped down over the road and dropped the package on Malone’s doorstep.
“A drone.” She clutched her blouse. “Oh my. Wait until I tell my husband.”
Ian didn’t want word getting out about the drone. If Olivo was behind delivering the package, Ian didn’t want Olivo to learn that they had footage of the delivery.
Ian looked at her. “Telling your husband is fine, but promise me you two won’t tell anyone else.”
She frowned. “If you want.”
“I insist.” He made sure his tone was firm and unyielding.
“Okay.”
“Let’s look at the other videos.”
She opened the next ones, and it did indeed show police cars and the bomb squad arriving, and all the commotion that came along with them.
He got out a business card. “Can you please send all of the files to this email address?”
“Hmm.” Her frown deepened. “I don’t know how to do that.”
“I can show you how.” He pointed at the menu. “You have to download the files before sending them.”
She selected the download button, and the files arrived in a flash. “Where did they go?”
He helped her find and send the videos to his email.
“That was easy enough.” She smiled at him.
