Looking up at the ceiling stretching way above her head, Arianne imagined the light plummeting from its spot and felt a surge of terror bubbling in her mind. Shelly was lucky that the light did not kill her right there and then.
The women took a complete round, strolling within the show hall before heading to the surveillance room.
The languid security present had been close to napping, but seeing Arianne shocked him awake. Arianne ignored the question on whether the security was doing his job and went straight to her motive. “The footage for the accident that happened here, do you still have it?”
“Y-Yes, you bet!” the security answered hurriedly. “Um, it was quite the accident, and we worried that Mr. Tremont’s gonna ask for it some day or whatever, so we didn’t dare delete footage of it, as well as a day before and after the accident happened. Would you like to take a look, Madam?”
Arianne nodded. The security guy began to hammer away on his computer and launched the surveillance playback application.
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