Noah's question made Lin chuckle. Madeleine took a reluctant sip of her drink and watched silently as the two of them stared at each other.
"I don't know if I have anything special for you," Lin said. "The story's been dragged through the papers for the last three months, and the police haven't said much recently."
Noah sighed, rolling his eyes. "It's a tough case for sure, but I wanna hear your experience. What time did you spot Mrs. Gladis on your camera?"
"Well, some kids threw a party here, so I put up a camera for the night." Lin pointed at one of the palm trees. "Just there, it caught the entire party and some of the road. I left it out even after the party ended. At 11:03—"
"Exactly 11:03?" Noah cut in, eyebrows scrunched together.
"Yes, I've told the story a couple of times, so I always go with that time," Lin explained. "Anyway, Gladis passed the road looking like she was dragged out of bed. Barefoot, walking around like she was lost."
