The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 687

After catching Mirabella's "royal disdain" glare, Collins sheepishly shut his mouth, dragged a chair over, and plopped down next to her, fixing his eyes on the computer screen.

The footage zipped by at breakneck speed, but it was still clear enough to follow. Collins straightened up, fully focused.

Leo's dash cam ran all day. On October 13th, his car left his private villa at 10:30 AM and headed to the office.

Then, the car stayed parked in the office garage until 3:05 PM, when someone blocked the cam, plunging the video feed into darkness. After about thirty seconds, the dash cam shut down entirely, and that was the end of the recording.

That was all they had for the 13th—no wonder someone tried to erase the day's record.

After watching, Mirabella turned to look at her "little prince," "Any recollection of that day?"

Leo met his sister's gaze, confusion etched across his handsome face. He didn’t utter a word for the longest time.

Mirabella massaged her temples and looked away, "Got it."

She'd have to get him on The Pill, the memory-enhancing drug, as soon as they got back.

Feeling snubbed again, Leo could only offer a silent, bewildered look.

Mirabella then swung her gaze back to Collins, "Collins, your company garage, it’s got surveillance, right?"

Collins nodded affirmatively.

"OK." Mirabella closed the video on the computer, her fingers dancing swiftly across the keyboard.

Collins, clueless as to her intent, asked, "Sis, what’re you doing?"

By then, Mirabella had hacked into the surveillance system of Leo's company using the address from the video. It didn’t take her long to pull up the parking garage footage from October 13th.

The garage cameras didn’t have a 360-degree view, so the screen only showed the man tinkering with the car for about ten minutes.

Sabotaging a car’s brakes in ten minutes wasn’t outside the realm of possibility.

Mirabella found an angle and hit pause, "This guy, look familiar to any of you?"

The man had worn the cap intentionally to avoid the cameras, always keeping his head down, so even when they zoomed in, all they could see was the top of his head.

Leo shook his head, "Don’t know him."

Collins stroked his chin, scrutinized the image for a good while before admitting, "No bells ringing. Probably never seen him before."

Mirabella crossed her arms and leaned back against her chair, about to speak when her phone’s ringtone cut through the silence.