Melting The Ice Captain
His build wasn't familiar neither were his eyes.
He looked away just as the gate opened. From then on, everything was normal. He had the security sign for the package, gave it to him and left.
The gate was closed behind the security man so he couldn't look into the house. My security waited for him to drive off before opening walking back inside.
“This was when we were able to get the plate number,” Bron explained.
“I want two of you to always have eyes on Olive,” I commanded, staring at the other two. “At every point of the day, you must know where she is, who she is with and what she's doing.