“Mr. Vale.”
No audio.
But the lip movement matched what Marcy remembered.
Vale stopped.
Dustin said something.
Vale answered.
Then Dustin turned toward Marcy.
He reached for the blue folder.
She pulled it away.
They argued.
And then came the missing two seconds.
Dustin grabbed the folder.
Not Marcy.
The folder.
She tried to hold on.
It tore open.
Papers scattered.
Vale bent down.
For one second, he looked directly toward the security camera.
Then the footage resumed from what we had already seen.
Dustin now held the folder.
Marcy left.
No physical attack.
No dramatic hidden incident.
Just missing evidence.
That was important.
Because truth did not need exaggeration.
I called Ray.
“You saw it?”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t delete it.”
“Do you know who did?”
“I checked access logs.”
“And?”
“Vale.”
Marcy and I exchanged a look.
“He has system access?”
