Chapter 378 A Trap?

Claire leaned back in her chair, rubbing her temples in frustration. They'd been at this for hours, staring at the grainy footage from the explosion. “This is going nowhere,” she muttered. Then, an idea hit her. She turned to Matthew, who was tapping away at his laptop. “Can you try to find some surveillance cameras from the road the car drove through? Maybe we’ll have better luck.” Matthew nodded. “On it,” he already pulled up maps and checked for any cameras that could’ve caught the car in question. Claire, meanwhile, squinted at the footage again, desperately trying to make out a license plate or any useful detail. But the cameras were ancient, barely functioning. The picture was so blurry it looked like something out of an old spy movie. “Nope,” she sighed, shaking her head. “Can't make out anything on this footage. Who the heck still used this kind of camera in this era?” “It’s probably the local camera that no one notices that it’s still working. How come the restaurant you