From the corner of my eye, I could see Noah deflate, sinking in the chair. My instinct was to reach out and hold him, rub his knee, tell him it would be fine. That move would have likely confused the majority of people in the room, so I held myself back, offering him a pursed frown instead.

“Now, here are the things we do know. One, it was hand-delivered. That box did not go through any kind of postal office. I have officers canvassing the area and asking everyone if they spotted someone or something that seems suspicious.”

“Have they found anything yet?” Eric asked. If he was disappointed with the direction this was going, then he did a great job of hiding it.

“Nothing. But they haven’t finished. I expect a full report by tomorrow afternoon.”

I cocked my head, a thought striking me. “So someone hand-delivered the box and still managed to avoid detection? How the hell did that happen?”

The captain shook his head, empty hands opening over his empty desk before fitting back together in a loose fist. “That’s a good question. Maybe they know the neighborhood well, or maybe the person who sent the threat wasn’t the one who delivered the box. There could have been a third-party involved.”

Noah rubbed a hand over his face. His eyes were shut, his mouth tight. There was tension clear in the way his shoulders practically touched his neck. Maybe I could offer him a massage later, work out some of those knots. Friends did that all the time, right?

“What about the dashboard camera for the officers at the scene?” Eric asked, throwing me out of my Sean Cody fantasy. “Is that available?”

“It is. I’m getting someone to get it on a USB drive for you, but I can play it now if y’all wanted to see it.”

“We do,” Eric said as the three of us leaned forward. Julian turned his computer screen so that it faced us. He clicked through a couple of screens and found the video, an entire display appearing, showing everything from how fast the officer was going to whether or not his lights and sirens were on. It was nighttime, and the video was a little grainy but serviceable. The footage began from the moment the cop left the station, which was approximately six miles away.

Captain Julian sped the tape up, slowing it down once the officer was only a few blocks away from Noah’s house. We all watched with hawk eyes, even though I wasn’t entirely sure what I was looking for. I still didn’t know Noah’s social circle well enough yet to spot a suspicious car hanging around his neighborhood.