He was on his hands and knees under the table. She bent at the waist and looked down. “What are you doing under there?” Russ backed out, sat and dusted off his knees. Then he set a circular device on the table and tilted it toward her. “Smile,” he said, grinning. “You’re on Candid Camera.” “Candid Camera?” “It’s a webcam. Tonight, if she comes, I’ll have this pointed toward my computer and I can watch remotely from home.” “You don’t think you’re going to be up all night, and then still come here during the daytime?” “Oops. I never thought of that. Wait, I have an idea. It’s just an Internet link. I’ll set it up so you can watch from your home on your home computer, too. We can take turns watching. Would that work for you?” “Only if I can still go to bed on time. I have to get up early, you know.” “At this point, any little bit would help. Without telling Grant what I found, I asked him for Jessie’s address. She wasn’t there, and according to her neighbors, she hasn’t been home for weeks.
