Watching the footage
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The next morning, Alison returned early and went straight to the security room. The cameras she’d adjusted the night before displayed every inch of Coco’s enclosure and the surrounding fence.
She watched intently as the day passed, her coffee growing cold at her elbow. And at exactly 2:15 a.m., the small animal appeared, slipping through the bushes with eerie precision.
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