"You were looking at the security cameras."
Camille paused.
Then she said:
"I was inspecting them."
Jonathan's eyes widened.
Martin looked confused.
"Inspecting them?"
Camille nodded.
"Because I approved the renovation."
Jonathan understood immediately.
"The camera near the fitting rooms."
"Wrong angle."
"The emergency corridor."
"Blocked."
Jonathan closed his eyes briefly.
Camille continued.
"I came here because I wanted to see how the store operates when nobody knows I'm coming."
She looked around.
"I've learned enough."
Reed slowly put his notebook away.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Carter."
Camille looked at him.
"You were responding to a call."
"I understand."
"But you didn't ask enough questions."
Reed didn't argue.
"I should have."
Camille nodded.
Then she turned toward Martin.
"Call the store leadership team."
Martin's face drained.
"Now?"
"Now."
She pointed toward the three dresses.
"And leave those exactly where they are."
Nobody understood why.
But Camille did.
Because she wanted everyone to remember the image.
Three dresses.
One accusation.
And a woman nobody bothered to know.
The meeting began at 5:03 p.m.
The store had been closed to new customers.
Employees stood in small groups.
Nobody spoke loudly.
Camille sat at a small table near the center of the sales floor.
Jonathan stood beside her.
Martin sat across from them.
Evelyn had been asked to remain if she wished to explain her actions.
She stayed.
Officer Reed had already left.
But before leaving, he gave Camille his card.
"Please contact me if you need a report."
Camille thanked him.
Now she looked at Martin.
"Tell me what happened."
Martin described the events.
Camille listened.
She did not interrupt.
When he finished, she asked:
"At what point did you believe there was evidence of theft?"
Martin looked uncomfortable.
"There wasn't."
"Then why didn't you stop the call?"
He remained silent.
Camille leaned back.
"Martin."
"I was afraid."