The detective’s name was Daniel Ruiz. He was in his forties, with tired eyes and a voice so measured it made everything feel worse.
He clicked pause on the grainy black-and-white video and turned the screen toward us.
“Please look carefully,” he said. “At 2:01 a.m. last night, someone entered the nursery using an active staff badge. We need to know if either of you recognizes this person.”
Noah leaned forward first.
I sat back because I was afraid if I moved too fast, I would throw up or pass out or both.
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