Bella rewound the footage and watched it again. Then again. She captured his image, enhanced it, tried to see his face. Nothing. The hood shadowed his features completely.
But she had his movements. His height. His gait.
She built a web, connecting CCTV footage from nearby streets, from shops, from traffic cameras. Piece by piece, she tracked him. Across campus. Down the street. Through the city.
And then he disappeared.
She hit a wall. The cameras lost him in a remote area on the outskirts of the city.
She sat back, frustrated. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard.
Then she saved the footage, all of it, and sent it to Leo.
This is the person who put the gift in my bag. I tracked him as far as I could. He disappeared here. She attached a map with the location marked. Maybe you can find something in this area. A clue. Anything.
She stared at the screen for a long moment, her jaw tight.
⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹
