Stella Accused Of Locker Room Sabotage — Then Security Camera Footage Exposes The Real Culprit
Chapter 6 — Coach Henderson Confirms The Timestamp — Then Additional Access Logs Are Printed
Coach Henderson set his coffee mug down on the edge of the metal desk.
He looked at the still image frozen on the security monitor.
Then he looked down at the scattered papers on the floor.
“Is that Brooke on the cam?” Coach Henderson asked.
His voice cut through the heavy silence of the office.
Marcus nodded slowly.
He bent down to pick up his clipboard.
His fingers shook slightly as he gathered the spilled discipline logs.
“It’s her,” Marcus confirmed, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I need to verify the digital integrity of these files before any official action is taken,” Coach Henderson said.
He stepped past Marcus and placed his hands on the master console.
His fingers flew across the keyboard.
He typed a series of administrator commands into the arena’s security system.
A green dialog box popped up on the secondary screen.
Coach Henderson pulled a thick plastic binder from the shelf beneath the desk.
“Every electronic keycard swipe in this facility is logged automatically,” Coach Henderson explained.
He opened the binder to a printed ledger.
“Let’s pull the access logs for the restricted gear corridor during that exact time window.”
Marcus stood up straight.
He placed the clipboard back on the desk.
Coach Vance crossed his arms over his chest.
“Run the log for the northeast sector,” Coach Vance instructed.
“The one leading directly into the secondary lockers.”
Coach Henderson clicked the mouse twice.
A new spreadsheet populated on the monitor.
Rows of timestamps, card numbers, and employee or player IDs filled the screen.
Coach Henderson scanned down the list.
His finger stopped on a specific entry marked with a bold blue timestamp.
“There it is,” Coach Henderson said, pointing a calloused finger at the screen.
“Keycard ending in 044.”
“Whose card is that?” Coach Vance demanded.
Coach Henderson clicked the ID number to reveal the registered profile.
The name displayed in bright capital letters.
Brooke.
The timestamp on the electronic access log matched the exact minute of the skate swap recorded on the overhead camera.
There was no longer any room for doubt.
Coach Vance stared at the glowing letters on the screen.
His expression hardened into a deep frown.
“She used her own active card to get in,” Coach Vance said quietly.
“She didn’t even try to hide it.”
Coach Henderson leaned back in his chair and looked toward the hallway door.
“She’s still somewhere in the building,” Coach Henderson said.
“Her card hasn’t registered an exit swipe yet.”
