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I stared at it anyway, at the barely defined outline of a person, taller than average, dark clothing that could have been anything, half turned away like he'd noticed the camera and was already moving to avoid it.
"Can you send this to me? Even if it's not enough to identify anyone, I want it anyway."
"Yeah, of course. Let me air drop it to you." He tapped through a few settings, and a moment later my own phone buzzed with the file transferring over, the same blurry two seconds of footage now sitting in my own camera roll, mine to look at as many times as I needed to.
"Thank you," I said, and I meant it, even though the clip in front of me answered almost nothing. "I know it's not much."