Leigh squared her shoulders and walked up the path, eyeing the fat gray cat on the porch swing. Watermelon had made himself scarce last night, probably hiding under the porch as police swarmed the building.

Leigh stepped into the office, and Bella glanced up from her computer.

“Oh my gosh.” She stood up. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“What the heck are you doing here? I thought you’d be out today.”

“Nope. Hey, was Tiffany Watson just here? I thought I passed her yellow car.”

“You just missed her,” Bella said. “She stopped in and talked to Javi.”

Leigh glanced down the corridor as Javi leaned his head out of his office.

“You’re here,” he said.

“Yep.”

Leigh pretended not to notice Bella’s worried look as she strode into the corridor, passing the spot where she’d been pinned to the ground just a few hours before.

“What’s up?” she asked Javi. Glancing over his shoulder, she was surprised to see someone at his desk. C.J. Foley.

“He’s showing me the film,” Javi said.

“What film?”

“You know—the surveillance footage from last night.”

Javi frowned as he looked her over, no doubt noticing her pants. Miniskirts and heels were Leigh’s trademark.

“I’m surprised you’re in today,” Javi said in a low voice.

“Why?”

He tipped his head to the side with a get real look.

Leigh ignored it and nodded at C.J. “What did he find?”

“Nothing useful.”

Her heart sank. “Nothing at all?”

“Don’t think so.”

C.J. glanced up from Javi’s computer. His longish brown hair was pulled back in a rubber band and he wore his typical black T-shirt and jeans.

Although it was hard to say what was “typical” for C.J. because Leigh so rarely saw him. The investigator kept odd hours and they communicated mostly by phone.

“Come take a look,” C.J. said, pivoting the screen.

Leigh stepped around Javi and approached the desk. It seemed strange to see C.J. sitting in Javi’s expensive Scandinavian desk chair—the crown jewel of his office décor—but Javi didn’t seem to mind. As he had told Brandon last night, C.J. was a gadget geek. So, naturally whenever he showed anyone something on the computer, he wanted to drive.

Leigh leaned over his shoulder to look at the black-and-white video footage. The screen was divided into two rows, three frames per row, for a total of six separate camera angles. The shots included the alleys on either side of the building, a second-floor view of the street behind the building, and three different shots of the building’s back door, which was the designated entrance for C.J.’s business.

The second-floor camera captured cars racing by in a blur as the video played in super-fast motion. As the clock at the bottom of the screen scrolled, ticking off minutes, daylight faded and the shots became darker.