She crawled into the back to resume her vigil, but a quick glance at the screen revealed a frozen image. Oh, shit! Panicking, she frantically texted Daniel, who returned her text with a call within seconds.
"What do you mean it's frozen?" he demanded.
"It's frozen. The clock on the computer says eight-thirteen." She pulled her phone away from her ear and checked the time. It was ten to nine. She turned her gaze skyward. "Dear God, please tell me Tricia hasn't come out yet."
"Shit! She was just out! I thought that was why you were texting. Where the hell were you?" His voice squeaked, laced with irritation.
"I went for a pee and almost got busted by a cop. It's all good now, but I lost time trying to give her the slip."
He sighed heavily into the phone.
"Even though it froze, could it have recorded anyway?"
He snorted. "Not bloody likely. We better pray Tricia comes out again, or we'll have wasted the whole bloody night."