Before Lonnie could answer, Nathanâs icy voice intervened.
âWeâre not many here, and I can hear everything.
Whispering wonât help.
â
Fitzpatrick, embarrassed, managed a nervous chuckle.
âI see you take your duties very seriously, sir.
Itâs my first time working with someone of your stature, which is quite intimidating.
â
Nathan didnât react to the flattery, merely returning the tablet with a deep frown of disappointment.
The identities of the two vehicles had been confirmed, yet his wife was nowhere to be found.
Despite knowing the chances were minimal, Nathan clung to the hope of finding her.
âDrive me to the roadside monitoring station.
I need to review the surveillance footage from tonight myself,â Nathan commanded.
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âYes, Mr.
Payne,â Fitzpatrick responded, already having set up the visit.
Upon arrival at the facility, they found that the footage from recent hours had already been organized into comprehensive recordings ready for Nathanâs review.
Surveillance cameras dotted the road every two miles, and at that moment, eight screens were actively displaying the footage, each running at twelve times the normal speed.
Tension filled the room as everyone watched the screens intently, careful not to break Nathanâs concentration.
Fitzpatrick, aware of the gravity of the situation given the personal involvement of the National Security Bureauâs chief, paid strict attention, ready to obey any command.
In less than ten minutes, Nathan had briskly reviewed hours of surveillance footage.
Abruptly, he focused more intently, his eyes narrowing.
âStop, rewind.
â
An officer quickly hit the rewind button.
âKeep going back, back to 10:46,â Nathan instructed.
Obediently, the officer adjusted the footage.
âEnlarge images from cameras six and eight,â Nathan ordered next.
As he scrutinized the two images over and over, he detected something wrong.
Lonnie noticed Nathanâs concern and pinpointed it.
âThis black sedan is suspicious.
Despite the clear, late-night road, it maintained a speed of 60 mph but lingered for ten minutes in a two-mile blind spot between cameras six and eight.
Under normal circumstances, it should have passed in less than two minutes!â
This anomaly raised alarms.
Additionally, the driverâs awareness of the surveillance blind spot suggested a deliberate attempt to evade detection, a detail that only Nathanâs keen observation had uncovered.
Nathan spoke with urgency.
âImmediately investigate the license plate of this car.
I need those details tonight!â
The entire surveillance room was enveloped in silence as they awaited updates on the investigation.
It was so quiet, you could hear a fly buzz.
The tension was palpable.
They were all too intimidated to utter a word due to Nathanâs imposing presence.
Nathanâs eyes were fixed on the screens coldly.