blank. It was close enough to the workroom door that I hadnât seen the need to aim a camera there.
For fifteen minutes, we skimmed the recordings to watch the general movements of the audience members. First I ran the loops at normal speed, then fast-forwarded when I realized I could conclude little to nothing from the footage. No one appeared to behave furtively. No one appeared to have concealed a tool or anything else on his or her person. No one appeared to scream âsuspect here.â
I put my tablet aside and pored over the still photos on Eleanorâs digital camera. Again, no one struck me or the Six as being obviously âoff.â Well, except the man and woman whoâd huddled by the front door during the gourd demo on Friday afternoon. We had both video and still shots of them.I might recognize the womanâs helmet of blonde hair if I saw her again, but the oversized dark glasses she wore and the manâs mirrored pair obscured more of their features than I remembered.
In a few frames, they appeared to scan the room as if looking for someone. They never gave any indication that theyâd spotted whoâor whatâthey were looking for, and they never left the front of the store. They also hadnât attended todayâs demo. Conclusion: squirrelly for sure, but not necessarily suspicious.
The other oddball from Friday afternoonâs gourd presentation, the thirty-something guy in the blue scrubs, dark shades, and New Orleans Saints cap, had his head down in the one photo we had of him. The video camera had caught him drifting among displays, pausing now and then, but never looking at the goods as if heâd buy something. Once the presentation started, he stood behind the last row of chairs, his gaze glued to his cell phone more often than not. The phone was pointed toward the floor, so I doubted he was sneaking photos. He certainly didnât appear to be interested in the demonstration, so why had he come?
Huh. Come to think on it, I had sensitive eyes, and unless the skies were seriously overcast, I put on my shades as soon as I stepped outside. However, I took them off inside buildings. Why hadnât these people? And why hadnât I spotted any of the sunglasses squad in todayâs video feeds? Was it happenstance that theyâd only attended the Doralee and Sherry Show?
I glanced at the ring of seniors. âDo any of you recognize these three people?â
âI donât,â my aunt said as she passed the camera to the others. âDo you think theyâre important?â
âNot really. None of them appears to have approached the demo table yesterday, and they didnât show up today.â
Thatâs what I said, but then I wondered if those threepeople had been together, perhaps casing the store. The likelihood was slim, but Iâd be extra careful to lock up and set the alarms. Bottom line was that weâd struck out identifying a possible tool thief.
âIâm sorry, Eleanor. Maybe weâll see something if you upload these pictures to yâallâs laptop at the farmhouse. That will blow them up a bit.â
âI do believe thatâs worth a try,â she said. âIâll e-mail any pictures that merit another look.â
âDone, and Iâll call Greg on Monday to order another camera to cover the blind spot. Until he can come, though, one of us should stand guard over artistâs supplies.â
âRoger that,â Maise said. âIâll make a duty roster.â
âPut me on it, too,â Jasmine said, leaning on the opposite side of the counter, her braids dancing. âI can take afternoon shifts, and Iâll keep guarding even if you get another camera.â
Maise gave her a decisive nod. âWeâll be squared away in no time.â
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That night playing with the critters took my mind off the puzzle of the missing tools. Dab had gone off to