“This is too, Robbie.”
“No, this is about my dad’s murder.”
“This … this is too, Robbie.” John opened the door.
Frank was setting down folders when both Robbie and John walked in. “What’s up guys?”
Robbie looked at John first, and then spoke. “We both are here for the same reason. But I got news and so does John.”
“About?”
“Dad’s death.”
Frank titled his head. “Go ahead.”
“Can I?” John asked. “Please.”
With a fine, Robbie held out his hand.
“Here,” John pulled out the camera. He turned it on and handed it to Frank. “Watch through the viewer.”
“What is it?” Frank asked.
“Davey Littles filmed that day. In fact, he brought the camera over to give back to Jenny. I watched. He filmed the whole thing Frank, down to the explosion.”
Frank blindly reached for a chair and sat down. Robbie rushed to stand behind him.
John continued as he positioned behind Frank. “Press play.”
Frank did. “Fuck.” He said when he saw the explosion.
“Yeah, but that’s not all,” John said reaching over Frank’s shoulder. “I’m gonna play this in slow motion. Watch your dad’s door. You can barely see it, Jenny stands in the way. But for a split second... just watch.” John pressed slow play.
Frank and Robbie walked.
Frank nearly stood from his seat. “Holy shit. Is that someone coming from my dad’s office?”
“Not just some one,” John said, reaching again and rewinding. He played. Stopped. “Ready?” he waited for Frank to nod and he zoomed in. “Look.”
“Oh my god,” Frank said.
“Clear as day,” John commented. "Can you believe this shit?”
Robbie ran his hand over his own mouth. “This is exactly why I came here. Exactly. We came with the same news.”
Frank looked over his shoulder at Robbie. “What do you mean?”
“Darrell woke up,” Robbie said. “He wasn’t conscious long, but he was conscious long enough to tell me one word. A name. The name of the person in Dad’s office.” Robbie pointed to the screen.
Frank’s eyes went from Robbie to John to the screen. He rewound the tape and played it in slow motion, pausing on the one frame. With a reality zooming in, and a heavy sigh, the camera fell to his lap with the screen side up. The image of the person was in view. It was crystal clear who the person was. Frank looked down to the image and mumbled out in defeat. “Dean.”
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