Maria turned.
Private Mills was holding the kitchen log.
“What?”
“I checked the camera timestamp.”
Harris sighed.
“Not now.”
Mills continued.
“The refrigerator door opened at 02:41.”
Maria frowned.
“Night shift?”
Mills shook his head.
“Nobody was scheduled in here.”
Harris stopped talking.
“Show me.”
They moved toward the security monitor.
The recording displayed the dark kitchen.
At 02:41, a figure entered.
No kitchen uniform.
The person moved directly toward the refrigerator.
No hesitation.
Whoever it was knew exactly where to go.
Maria leaned closer.
The camera angle never showed the face.
But when the person reached upward, something became visible around the wrist.
A distinctive bracelet.
Harris stared at the screen.
Maria noticed his reaction.
“You know who that is.”
“No.”
“You recognized something.”
