A soft knock startled her. She straightened, unsure whether to expect more cops or another envelope slipped under the door. It wasn't either.
Through the peephole, she saw Marcy from the balcony. Her curls were damp and she wore a t-shirt with faded cartoon characters on it and no makeup. She looked like someone who had come straight from a shower with a mission.
Belle opened the door halfway. "Hey," Marcy said quietly. "I just... I thought I should check in. That was messed up back there."
"Yeah," Belle said, her voice dry. "It was."
"I filmed it," Marcy added. "I know I didn't ask, but it didn't feel right to just watch."
"You filmed it?"
"Yeah. I've seen enough of those encounters to know how they can go. I figured a camera might make a difference."
Belle stepped back slightly and opened the door wider. "You want to come in?"