Perilous Pursuit
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“Eva? What happened? How did you let Cocoa get away?” Yost demanded.
“I tried my best to prevent it,” Eva said. “I’m sorry.”
“The man attacked her,” Finn said, speaking up on her behalf. He shot the director of the training facility a narrow glare. “She’s fortunate she wasn’t seriously injured or killed.”
“Yes, of course,” Yost said, backpedaling. “Eva, I’m so sorry you were hurt. Do you want to take the rest of the day off?”
Finn glanced at her and she rubbed a hand over her shoulder.
“Maybe. But first Officer Gallagher wants to see the security video.”
“Yes, I do,” Finn said. “And you don’t seem to have a security system, correct?”
“With all the dogs in here, didn’t think I’d need one.” Wade Yost led the way to his office and the computer screens he had sitting on a table in the corner. The director went over and pulled up the video feed, going back a few hours. There was no sound from the video, and a heavy silence fell among them as they watched.
Finn rested his hand on Abernathy’s silky head. He saw Eva entering the guide dog training facility through the front door. The cameras were only on the outside of the building, not on the inside. They waited, watching various cars driving by on the street, as the timer clicked through. Nine minutes later, the door abruptly swung open and a man dressed in black rushed out. The guy instantly turned left, the same way Abernathy had tracked him, then disappeared from view. The man’s face was averted, a ball cap pulled low on his forehead as if he’d known exactly where the camera was located.
“Do you have another camera?” Finn asked. “Something pointing down the street?”
“Afraid not,” Yost said. “The other camera points to the parking lot in the back of the building.”
“That might show him breaking in,” Eva pointed out.
Yost went to work pulling up that security feed. As Finn watched, he could see a tall man wearing black from head to toe, along with the baseball hat pulled over his brow, coming out from behind a dumpster. He again kept his head down as he made his way to the back door. Using the tire iron, he opened it up and disappeared inside. Once again, the angle of the camera made it impossible to see his face beneath the rim of the cap.
Finn blew out a frustrated breath. “I want copies of the video going as far back as you have it.”
“Should be about a week’s worth,” Yost said. “Maybe eight days at the max.”
Great, that was just great. The video they had wasn’t helpful, and Eva hadn’t got a good look at the guy. He’d still have Eva work with a sketch artist, but at this point they had very few clues.
Finn turned toward Eva’s boss. “Tell me, do you have a list of employees who were let go in the past twelve months?”
“Uh, yeah, sure.” Yost looked uncomfortable as he glanced at Eva, then back at Finn. “I’ll, um, get that for you.”
Yost rummaged around in his desk drawer, then pulled out a sheet of paper. He glanced again at Eva before handing it over. “You’ll, uh, keep that confidential, won’t you?” he asked.
“Of course.” Finn didn’t understand why the guy was so uncomfortable until he scanned the list, his gaze stumbling across a familiar name.
Malina Kendall-Stallings.
Eva’s older sister.
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Perilous Pursuit
Copyright © 2019 by Kathleen Tailer
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