I'd been on the job for about an hour when I realised that one of the security cameras wasn't showing the right time... period. It was the clothing that was a dead giveaway - nobody wore dresses like that anymore, not with skirts so wide or hats so large. That and I could watch someone walk into where the frame begins and not show up in footage at all.
I never raised it with management in case they thought I was out of it or on something or anything in between. I mean, if they never told me about it in training then it could easily be a figment of my imagination... which is what I thought until I witnessed a murder on screen.
Libraries still keep newspapers, you know, just like in the movies. I noted the time and date and found an article that described it to a T. It never mentioned who did it - it was a quick slash with a knife, all too fast for people to react to let alone notice the person running away in all the chaos.
But I'd seen them slouched against the wall, waiting for someone specific to come by and then screaming for help before anyone else had even noticed the man dying. It was a tad genius really, removing yourself from the list of suspects by trying to save your victim.
I should have stopped digging there but the next day that camera kept repeating that same moment the bleeding man took his final breath. Five hour into my shift, eyes flicking to the screen every now and then, I noticed it was slowly zooming in and none of our cameras could do that.
It stopped on the dying man's face, his watery eyes darting all over the place before gradually coming to a stop as he started to stare at me. That's when I began wondering if the murderer was still alive. That's when I began going down this hole that's led me here today in front of a nursing home with a knife in my pocket and a name on my lips.
He just wants peace.
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