There was a short gap in the video, then the hotel room door opened and the cleaning cart was pushed from the room.

Brice leaned forward to read the time stamp at the bottom of the video. “There’s nearly a two-and-a-half-hour gap. What’s up with that?”

“The security cameras in the hotel are motion activated,” Rae said. “It was apparently a slow night in that wing of the hotel that night.”

“Which is another interesting point,” Drue said. “There was a Shriner convention going on in the hotel. People everywhere. Why not in that hallway at that time of night?”

She glanced down at the video. “Pause it here, okay?”

Drue tapped the figure of the housekeeper, suspended in time. “Notice anything about Jazmin?”

“Not really,” Brice said. “But from the camera angle, you can only see the back of her head.”

Rae leaned forward to get a better look. “Something’s different about the hat, right?”

“Bingo.” Drue tapped the screen again. “Look how high that cap is sitting up on her head.”

“Looks like the cap shrunk,” Brice agreed.

“Okay, start the video again,” Drue said.

As they watched the video, the housekeeper pushed the cart down the hallway at a breakneck speed.

“Must have chugged a couple of Red Bulls while she was inside that room,” Hernandez said. “Or maybe that’s not Jazmin anymore. Right?”

Brice shook his head. “What? You’re saying it’s somebody else? Who? And how did they get in that room?”

Drue exchanged a knowing look with the detective.

“Your daughter is saying that it’s not Jazmin pushing that cart. It’s Neesa Vincent. Remember all those dreads and braids she was wearing? She had to shove ’em up under that cap so she’d look like Jazmin, at least to the security cameras. And she had to keep moving, and keep her head down.”

“That’s why I had to get a look at that room tonight,” Drue explained. “I watched that video backwards and forwards, and finally I figured it out. Jazmin went in that room at 11:05. But she never came out. Because somebody was waiting for her. Somebody who chose that particular room because it was in the oldest, most isolated part of the hotel, with the crappiest rooms that rarely got rented out.”

“Byars?” Hernandez said.

“But how did he get in?” Brice asked. “Unless somebody tampered with that video?”

“I kept wondering if it had been tampered with, but it’s digital,” Drue pointed out. “Everything is time- and date-stamped.”

“If it was Byars, he got in the room the same way you did, right?” Hernandez asked.

“Through the sliding-glass doors,” Drue said, nodding excitedly. “That room’s not exactly ground-floor, as I’d hoped, but even somebody with a blown-out knee like me didn’t have much trouble climbing up onto the balcony.”

“There were no video cameras on the back of that building,” Hernandez said. “We checked.”