Chapter 11“What do you mean the thief was naked?” Kevin sputtered over the radio.
Andrew hovered in the corner of Ford’s living room, getting out the final details to Kevin, which he’d have to repeat to Steven too.
“That’s what Dalton said. He only saw the quick flash of a naked leg, but he swears it was skin, with the foot covered in plastic to not leave prints. It would explain why there were never any fibers. The blur I saw looked like all one color. I would have guessed a bodysuit, but maybe he’s right.”
“Ew.”
“Agreed, but not stupid.”
“Male or female?
“He couldn’t tell. Just that they had a medium skin tone and were small and slender.”
“Anything else?” Kevin asked.
Oh, there was—the trackers—but Andrew didn’t dare say anything until he knew what it meant. “Not for now.”
“Well
