Montoya to pull up his video. The fates, if there was such a thing, might be on Kade’s side for once. Please, God. When I’d explained what I was looking for, he hadn’t hesitated. He’d heard, of course, about the war hero charged with murder. Everyone had. He even seemed thrilled at the thought he might have evidence in his possession that could exonerate Kade. So thrilled, in fact, he hadn’t wanted to wait. He’d kissed his mother’s cheek and ordered, “Follow me.” Now, we were at his home waiting as his computer booted up. “Are you sure the Nanny Cam faced the window?” I asked. “Yes, I have two actually. I have cameras in both her bedroom and living room. She has curtains though; I have no idea if they were open or closed. I installed the system about four years ago. Mother is clumsy and she isn’t supposed to get up on her own. Of course, she doesn’t listen. She is determined to go back to Cuba before she dies,” he explained as he opened his computer files.
