Page 66 of Death on a Scottish Train

Chapter Seventeen

We went back to the front office and Ewan handed me a pair of gloves from his pocket. “We’ll need to fingerprint everything, so use these to get into Abigail’s computer,” he said.

I nodded.

I put on the gloves. Then I typed in the password and used my phone for the authentication code. Abigail had put in several fail-safe measures for this reason.

Once the screen popped up, I clicked on the video file.

I sighed when I saw the figure dressed in black.

“Why do they always wear hoodies and dark clothing.” It had been so dark outside that it was difficult to even see the figure, who kept their head down.

“The outside light didn’t come on,” I said.

Ewan went through the front door. “Busted,” he said. “They knew what they were doing. And you didn’t set the alarm before you left, or it would have notified you and us. We’ve talked about that.”

He wasn’t wrong. I’d been in a rush and running late. “I must have forgotten.”

Whoever it was had definitely been looking for something. We had one camera facing Abigail’s desk. Whoever it was didn’t even try to get into the computer. They went through the paper files. Tossing most of them on the floor.

“They are keeping their head down,” I said. “It seems like someone who has been here before and knows I have cameras. And they didn’t come through the front door. Maybe, the back?”

“We’ll check. Or just a clever criminal, who would know to look out for them.”

He wasn’t wrong.

Ugh. This was so annoying.

“You’re better at this than I am,” I said. “Can you tell if the hooded figure is male or female?”

He shook his head.

“Could be female or a smaller male.”

“That doesn’t really narrow things down. They have to be after information concerning Jacks’s murder, right?”

He shrugged.

I sighed. “I know, we should never assume.”

“Exactly.”

“Did this ever happen with the former doctor? Why do people keep breaking into my office and home?”

“It did a few times but most of them were teens or someone looking for drugs.”

“This is supposed to be my safe haven,” I said. It was frustrating. And I wasn’t easily frustrated, except for these times when someone wanted to mess with my Zen to commit a crime.

“I don’t understand why they would go after the body. It is days after the murder, and we’ve run all of our tests. We are waiting for some of the results. It doesn’t make sense.”

“While I won’t make an assumption, my guess is they were after information. Perhaps something they thought might be in the clothing or the body. Or it might be the labs. They want to know what you figured out so far.”

I snapped my fingers.

“What is it?”

“I’m sure Abigail went through the clothing. We should check the evidence bags to see what’s in there. Maybe he was carrying something in that coat he wore.”