Page 49 of Devil Inside: Green

The woman in the car clearly startles and lifts her head. He motions for her to roll down her window, which she does partially. We can assume that he says something to her as he points in a direction off-screen. She nods and starts her car, then drives off. The man backs out of the frame almost as if he knows there are cameras in the area. If that’s not suspect, then I don’t know what is. We never see his face, but a flash of something catches my eye.

“Rewind that,” I order Green, pointing to the screen.

“What? Why?”

“Just a couple of seconds. I think I saw something.”

He rewinds the footage and then plays it again. “There.” I point. “Stop.” He presses pause but not fast enough. We go through this game of ‘How fast can you hit pause’ three more times before he hits it quick enough to see what I caught the first time.

We were so busy watching the video footage of the woman in her car that we neglected to notice off to the corner, almost out of frame, what looks like the back of a white camper van. They have a distinctive shape. More rectangular than the streamlined look of most vans.

I shout, “Look.” You can just see the edge of the license plate with the letters Mi visible and the plate starts with 6. “Did Carter tell us the plate of Delvin McCray?”

“Nope.”

“Because you see that Mi, right?”

He squints, leaning in close to the screen. “Fuck—that’s definitely a Mi.”

“Missouri,” we both say at the same time.

“So he’s either still using Delvin McCray’s plate or he stole another plate from Missouri,” Green says.

“Well, he could have stolen a plate from Mississippi or Michigan.”

“Dammit.”

“I think before we get all despondent, we call Carter back. Because seeing Mi on that plate, it would really be something for him to have put a stolen plate on his car from one of the two other Mi states.”

Green pulls out his phone, pressing Carter’s contact. When the call connects, he puts his phone on speaker again. “Hi, Carter,” I say.

“Hey, Danni. You look at the footage?”

“Yeah—did Delvin McCray’s license plate start with a six?”

“Give me a sec to check.” We hear some clicking in the background and then he comes back with, “Yeah. 600 DG5.”

“Very far corner of the screen, there’s a white camper van where you can clearly see Mi and a number six.”

“Fuck,” Carter says. “Pulling up the footage now.” Then we hear him say, “I don’t make these kinds of mistakes…”

“You’re human. Humans make mistakes.”

He snickers. “I pride myself on being the least human of all of us. Ask Sarge.”

“Find it?” Green asks. “End of the second video you sent.”

After a couple more seconds, Carter says, “Looking at it now—fuck, Danni, good eye.”

“How the hell you knowIdidn’t find it?” Green snaps.

“Because I’m not stupid. No matter how smart we like to think we are, you got a woman as smart as Danni on your team, she’s the one finding shit nine out of ten times.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Green mutters.

“Aw… you guys better stop or I’m liable to get a big head,” I say.

“You want a big hea—”

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