Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 342

“Mr. Caldwell,” I say, trying to keep my tone polite, “I need a favor.”

He turns to me, his expression one of mild annoyance. “Abby,” he says, “I’m in the middle of something important. Can this wait?”

I take a deep breath and decide to push. “It’s about the CCTV footage from your security cameras,” I say. “I need to see the recordings from a few specific dates.”

Mr. Caldwell raises an eyebrow. “And why should I help you with that?”

I hesitate for a moment, choosing my words carefully. “You’ve known me for a long time, Mr. Caldwell,” I say. “I’ve always been a loyal customer, and I’ve done a lot of business with you. I’m in a difficult situation right now, and I could really use your help.”

“What makes you think thatmyCCTV footage could help your little situation?”

“Because,” I reply, feeling a little more annoyed now, “I know you have cameras all around the perimeter of your building, including the alleyway between our businesses. Surely you can see my entrances on your cameras, can’t you?”

He sighs and looks me up and down, as if sizing me up. “Very well,” he says begrudgingly. “But this had better not take too long. I have a collector coming in an hour.”

Relief washes over me as Mr. Caldwell leads me to his office, where he has a computer set up to access the CCTV footage. I explain the dates I’m interested in, and he begins searching through the recordings.

We watch the footage together, starting with the day of the first food poisoning incident. I see myself and my staff coming in and out of the restaurant, but nothing seems out of the ordinary.

We move on to the day of the pipe burst and the electrical problems. Again, I watch as my usual staff comes in and out, but there is no one who doesn’t belong.

Finally, we reach the date of the Alpha party. I hold my breath as I watch the recording, hoping against hope that I will find some clue, some evidence of what has gone wrong. But as the minutes tick by, it becomes clear that there is nothing unusual in the footage.

“See?” he says as he flicks through the footage. “Nothing.”

I can’t hide my disappointment. He’s right; there is nothing. “Try the alley footage,” I say, still determined. “There has to be something.

He complies with a sigh, flipping to the alley footage. I watch the dark alleyway from the night of the Alpha party, searching for any hidden figures or anything of the sort.