CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWELVE – PRIVATE INVESTIGATION

As they settled in for another long night of investigation, Rebecca couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement. Despite the stress and the long hours, there was something thrilling about piecing together this puzzle. It was a far cry from her usual routine of brewing coffee and serving pastries. "Okay," Zaya said, inserting another tape into the player. "This is from two days before the incident. Let's see if we can spot anything suspicious." They watched intently as the café's daily activities unfolded on the screen. Customers came and went, staff bustled about, and everything seemed normal. Then, about an hour into the footage, Ms. Russo appeared. "There she is," Rebecca pointed out. "Look at how she's scanning the room." They observed as Ms. Russo made her way to the counter, ordered a coffee, and then lingered in the area. She seemed to be paying particular attention to the floor and the positioning of the furniture. "Wait, what's that in her hand?" Zaya asked, leaning close