Lorenzo wasn’t exactly sure what it was – there was just something about Redman’s story that he didn’t like. Something that put an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach. He couldn’t just ignore that.
With permission to investigate, Lorenzo turned to the mansion’s security cameras for answers. He sat in a dark room, closely watching the footage of that morning. Did the young man – likely from the Zircon Clan – really mistake Redman for a window tinting professional?
Frustratingly, the cameras didn’t have a great view of the vehicle as it drove from the premises. Was Redman being forced to drive away, or did he do so willingly? It was impossible to tell from the footage.
Lorenzo fast-forwarded the footage to later in the day, when a different car showed up to drop Redman off, bound with rope. The same young man ripped duct tape off Redman’s mouth and kicked him in the ribs. The young man said something, although the angle didn’t allow Lorenzo to grasp it.
Using his tattoo of understanding, Lorenzo sharpened his mind so that he could vaguely read Redman’s lips as he spoke in response. He said something about office glass tinting near Melbourne and promised he wouldn’t say anything about it. Did that mean he was keeping a secret? Or had Redman already told them everything about the glass tinting they’d expected him to be a professional at?
All he seemed to get was more questions, rather than answers. Lorenzo zoomed in on the footage and wrote down the number plate of the car. The most pressing question on his mind was what happened to Redman’s car. Perhaps if he could find it, that would provide the answers he was looking for.
Either way, watching the footage had done nothing to quell the odd feeling Redman’s reappearance gave him. It was clear that more investigation was needed. One way or another, he’d get to the bottom of this.