Katie sat on the couch, looking at Theo’s handsome face and silver hair in a photo as the reporter talked about him. It felt surreal to hear his name and what he’d accomplished from the television when she knew so much more of the man behind the app, behind the face.
She exhaled, and her breath came out shaky, testifying of her nerves. Claire sat right beside her, and her hand around Katie’s tightened.
“Let’s go live to Boston now,” the female reporter said. “Where the Chief of Police, Lars Wisehour, is ready with a statement.”
A burly, broad-shouldered man who looked like he’d dealt with more than his fair share of criminals filled the screen. He wore his full uniform, the hat included, and looked directly at the camera with his dark brown eyes.
“Good evening,” he said. “On behalf of
