I shook my head. “Not the right build or skin tone.” A sickening lump grew in the pit of my stomach. “Can you play it back again?”
Theo did so.
“Stop it right there,” I said as the person disappeared off camera. “Back a few frames.” When Theo got to the right spot, I said, “There!”
I leaned in closer to the screen, not wanting to believe what I was seeing.
“What is it?” Jemma asked.
Peeking out from the left sleeve of the person’s hoodie was an orange wrist strap, one I recognized as an Apple Watch. That confirmed what I’d already surmised from the individual’s familiar, loping gait.
I sat back, the world tilting around me.
“Em?” Jemma prodded with concern.
“The person of interest?” I said faintly. “It’s Hoffman.”
Chapter
Twenty-One
“A thiefanda killer?” Jemma said with amazement. “And here I thought he couldn’t sink any lower.”
“Um, hello?” Theo waved at us. “Who’s Hoffman?”
“Hoffman Fisher, Emersyn’s ex,” Jemma explained. “He wormed his way into her trust, got hold of her passwords, and drained her bank account.”
Theo gave me a pitying look. “Wow. You really know how to pick ’em.”
“Hey, he’sone guy!” I objected. “It’s not like I have a history of dating criminals.”
“No…” Jemma drew the word out. “But there was that guy who told you he was an accountant.”
“What was he really?” Theo asked, a little too eagerly if you asked me.
Jemma was also enjoying the conversation too much, if her smile was anything to go by. “A professional clown.”
Theo laughed while I shuddered. I wasn’t a fan of clowns.
“Maybe Thor is the right match for her,” Theo said to Jemma. “A cop would make a good change.”
I didn’t give Jemma a chance to agree or disagree. “We’re not setting me up with anybody, remember?”
They ignored me.
“Wyatt’s got this hot, mysterious vibe going on,” Jemma said, “but there’s something super sexy about a good-looking cop.”
“Can we please stay on task?” I begged.
“And don’t forget Bodie,” Theo said to Jemma.
Jemma’s smile turned wicked. “Couldn’t if I tried.”
I threw my hands in the air. “Seriously?” I stood up, ready to walk away, but Jemma grabbed my arm and tugged me back down again.
“What are we going to do about Hoffman?” she asked. “You should probably call Thor.”
“And tell him what? That Theo hacked into the surveillance footage?”
