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Rafe didn’t look at me. He simply pointed. “Watch.”

Knox scrubbed the timeline backwards.

11:41.

The front gate.

Nothing.

Kitchen.

Mrs. Reid.

Library.

Empty.

Study.

Empty.

Bedroom corridor.

Empty.

11:42.

Every screen shuddered.

Static burst across the monitors.

Not one.

All of them.

The image dissolved into white noise.

11:43.

Exactly three minutes.

Then the picture returned.

Perfect.

No distortion.

No damaged cameras.

Mrs. Reids car was no longer in the garage.

That meant she was long gone.

It was like those three minutes never existed.

Silence settled over the room.

“They’re looped?” I asked.