“No.”
Walsh called softly from the office.
“Rear camera is dead.”
Miller looked back.
“Since when?”
“Feed froze at six twelve.”
That changed everything.
Miller straightened.
“Nobody opens anything yet.”
Nora spoke from behind them.
“You should check the ceiling camera.”
Every head turned.
Walsh frowned.
“What ceiling camera?”
“The old one above the tire rack.”
“That thing hasn’t worked in years.”
“The red light came on yesterday.”
Walsh stared at her.
“How do you know?”
“I looked up.”
He ran toward the office.
Thirty seconds later he returned.
“The feed exists.”
Miller’s eyes narrowed.
“Show me.”
The old camera had been disconnected from the main monitor but still recorded locally to a dusty drive.
Walsh pulled the last hour.
The angle covered only part of the storage room.
Boxes.