It had been a long day. I was ready for a good night’s sleep. As I closed the door to my office, from behind me I heard, “Excuse me, sir.”

I turned. It was the new kid. Morrison? Morrissey? “Yes, Ms. Morrissette?” She gave me a brief ‘The boss knows my name!’ smile, then was all business.

“Sir, I…”

“John, please,” I interrupted. “I prefer my team members to be a little less formal with me. Anna, right?”

That smile again. “Yes. I was going over the surveillance from the bank shooting, and I found something… confusing.”

My mind shifted into analysis mode. “Go on.”

“Well, the eyewitness accounts were rather varied, to my understanding.”

I nodded. “Yes. We had reports of a male, a female, different ages, heights, weights, ethnicities. The only thing people agreed on was that there was only one shooter.”

“And that’s the problem. The videos show only one shooter, but…” She frowned. “Well, taking all footage into account, they’re all right.”

My interest was piqued, but it was going to be a long night.