The lights in the lab filled the entire old house. The clock on the cab's dashboard told him it was almost midnight. He hadn't come straight back after the committee handed him the dates, places, and circumstances they wished him to video. Such an occasion called for a few drinks at the local watering hole. Their idea wasn't completely dismissed but wasn't readily accepted, either. The tension and frustrations were driving him crazy. He had waited a month already to see them the first time, and now he had to agonize for another month over whether or not they would believe a device like theirs belonged in society. The light meant that either Sean forgot to turn off the lights before leaving the lab... or he was nervous about the verdict, too.
Simon descended the stairs leading to the basement lab and found Sean at his desk, face in his hands, staring blankly at his personal computer monitor.
"What's the matter, Sean? Not on the prowl tonight? I thought you were out staking your next possible peep show."
"I was. It didn't turn out like I expected."
"What could go wrong? It's not like her husband could spot you."
"She was murdered, Simon."
Sean's amazing invention could change the world, but limitations to what they can do with it leave them at a loss as to how they are able to right a wrong. Will they be able to use anything they find to convince anyone of the truth?
