Dean remained.
Alone.
He looked toward the interior office.
Then toward the main door.
Walked to Eddie’s motorcycle.
Bent near the side cover.
His body blocked the exact hand movement.
But he stayed there eighteen seconds.
Then stood.
Wiped his fingers on a rag.
Walked away.
Ray whispered:
“Son of a…”
Grizz raised one hand.
No.
No threats.
No violence.
Dean stared at the screen.
“That proves nothing.”
Grizz replayed.
Dean said:
“I looked at the bike.”
“Why?” Eddie asked.
Dean turned.
“Because I like motorcycles.”
Eddie's face went cold.
“You removed the side cover.”
“No.”
“You bent where the cover is.”
“That's not proof.”
Lucas watched.
Dean was right about one thing.
The video did not show the connector being pulled.
Grizz knew it too.
“Anything else?”
Ray asked.
Grizz scrubbed forward.
10:43.
Dean at his tool bag.
The camera resolution was decent.
Not perfect.
He removed something small.
Red bottle?
Impossible to confirm.
Then left.
Morning footage.
7:58.
Dean arrived before his two customers.
That was new.
Lucas looked at him.
Dean had claimed he was “passing through” later.
Footage showed Dean entering the garage before opening time because the clubhouse side door was unlocked while Grizz unloaded supplies.
He walked past Eddie’s bike.
Looked at it.
Then continued.
At 8:09, Eddie arrived.
Bike failed.
Dean’s customers arrived at 8:27.
Dean returned with them through the front bay.
Performed surprise.
Lucas felt something settle.
Not complete proof.
Pattern.
Enough for questions.
Eddie looked at Dean.
“You were here before me.”
Dean said:
“So?”
“You said you were passing through with customers.”
“I came earlier.”
“Why?”
“Business.”
“With who?”
Dean looked at Grizz.
“This interrogation is done.”
He reached for the office door.
Grizz did not block him.
“Fine.”
Dean stopped anyway.
Grizz said:
“I'm calling Officer Michaels.”
Dean turned.
“For what?”
“To document.”
“You can't be serious.”
“Somebody may have tampered with a customer's motorcycle.”
Dean laughed.
“No damage.”
“Could've caused damage.”
“It didn't.”
Grizz’s eyes hardened.
“That isn't your decision.”
Dean looked toward Lucas.
The boy said nothing.
That seemed to make him angrier.
“You think you're clever?”
Lucas answered:
“No.”
Dean stepped closer.
“Stop doing that.”
“Doing what?”
“Acting humble.”
“I’m not acting.”
Dean stared.
Lucas genuinely did not understand the accusation.
Dean pointed toward him.
“You've wanted this.”
“What?”
“To embarrass me.”
“No.”
“You've hated me since your father died.”
Lucas's face changed.