A pair of employees stared at us from behind the counter, worry covering their faces. “The deputy that came in a minute ago?” I asked. One of the girls spoke up. “He’s with Jim, the swing manager, in the office. They just went back.” She pointed. She led me down the short hall, past the restroom, to an open door leading into the stockroom. We funneled in. An office took up the back corner. Through a window, I could see Weaver inside with a man. We entered through the door. “He’s getting it pulled up now,” Weaver said. “Do you guys have video in the back area as well?” I asked. The man seated at the desk nodded. “Camera on the back door—that’s what we need, right?” “That, and anything that covers farther off the back of the building,” I said. “Well, we have another camera that gets us a view from the far corner of our lot.
