Upon hearing what Jerry just said, Abigail froze for a second, her eyes widening in disbelief. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out immediately. She just stared at him, stunned—not because he had offered to help, but because of how easily he had said it.
CCTV footage might not be an issue to get.
That line kept repeating in her mind like an echo bouncing off every wall of her thoughts. For weeks—months—she had tried everything to get her hands on that footage. Everything. And all of it had led to dead ends. Closed doors. Shrugs and silence.
"You… you said what?" she asked slowly, still not sure she had heard him correctly.
Jerry looked at her, calm and serious. "I said it might not be an issue."
