“You couldn’t drive up and down in a cab, though. So even if he was walking, he’d be visible.”
“Let’s see what the footage gives us.”
He turned one of the laptops in her direction. “I’ll screen share so we can both look.”
While she waited for it to download, Cami thought again of what Jacenta had said. Connor had had a few issues but no major complaints. That was surprising to her. Maybe Connor was being harsh on her now, but not being unfair.
Maybe there was a possibility that they could work together. Maybe, in partnership, they could solve this case.
There was the footage, coming through now. Cami looked at the images appearing on the screen, feeling slightly worried by the graininess. She was going to have to focus hard on this in order to get the details.
But as she watched the footage, her eyes adjusted, and she found it easier to pick up what she was looking for. First, the date stamp. The footage was available from a week before the murders, going forward, which Cami thought was a sensible timeline.
First prize would be the same car in both locations.
But the amount of footage was absolutely mind numbing. This was going to take hours. Days, in fact, and there was going to be a high proportion of risk for human error, especially as the hours went past.
“Is there a program that can check this?” she asked.
Connor frowned. “When it’s something like this, no. The vehicle surveillance companies have plate recognition, but for something like this, with two different sets of footage, no. We do it the hard way, the old-fashioned way. It ends up being quicker,” he sighed.
But Cami was thinking.
She’d written a program similar to this last year. It had not been identical, but it had been close enough that she thought she could adjust it. With a few tweaks, the visual recognition program she’d put in place might be able to do the job. At any rate, Cami decided, she’d rather spend half an hour seeing if she could customize it, than spend easily the whole day staring at this footage. There were cars the whole time!
“There’s something I have here, a plate recognition program, that might be able to be adapted,” she said. She felt nervous suggesting it. After the way her last idea had gone down, she didn’t have a clue whether he would agree to doing it, or whether she’d be shot down in flames all over again.