Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 107

“This is him?”

“I believe so, sir. It’s not anyone we can identify. And that’s where the incendiary device was found.”

“That’s over a week ago. How the fuck did he get in there?”

“The pass that correlates to that time of entry to the server room was issued to the cleaning crew.”

“What?” How the hell did he get ahold of that?

“Exactly. We’ll have to check that out tomorrow.” The footage freezes.

“Did you just stop the feeds?” I ask.

“Yes, sir.”

“Can you put these in a sequence?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Quickly?”

“I can do it now.”

“Has Welch seen this?”

“His team notified me of it. They’ve been combing the footage.”

“Good.”

A moment or so later my screen changes so I’m only looking at one feed. I press play again, and this time the sequence is longer, cutting between views. Each time one view finishes, I press play

“I can try and enhance the image,” Barney says, his enthusiasm bubbling over in his tone. He wants to nail this son of a bitch,

“Do.”

The image on my screen changes. It’s sharper.

Suddenly, my study door opens. I look up, surprised, about to rebuke the

“So, you can’t enhance it further?” I ask Barney.

“Let me try something.” He’s silent as Ana walks toward me with a look of quiet determination, and before I can do or say anything she crawls into my lap.

“I think that’s as good as it’s going to get,” Barney says.

Ana puts her arms around my neck and snuggles beneath my chin, and I tighten my hold on her.

Is something wrong?

“Um, yes, Barney. Could you hold one moment?”

“Yes, sir.”

I

“Ana, what’s wrong?”

answer me. I grasp her chin and study her face, but her expression is unreadable. She frees her chin from my fingers and cuddles into me. I have no idea what’s wrong, and frankly, I’m too engrossed in what Barney has found. I drop a kiss on her head. “Okay, Barney, what were you saying?”

“I can enhance the picture a little more.”

I press play. The grainy black-and-white image of the arsonist appears on-screen. I press play once more, the

“Let me see what I can do.”

A dashed box appears around the head of the arsonist and suddenly zooms in.

Ana sits up and stares at the image. “Is Barney doing this?” she asks.

“Yes.” And I know I sound as awed as she looks by Barney’s technical prowess. “Can you sharpen the picture at all?” I ask

“Christian,” she whispers.

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