Hoffman arrived at the police station where he worked endless hours at. He stormed inside of the place, heading in the direction of his office. He wanted nothing more then to lock himself inside of his office, not wanting to be disturbed.
Work was quickly over loading him, his mind was drained to the core. His concentration was weakening, his thoughts leaving. Opening the door to his office, he instantly noticed he wasn't alone. Special Agents Carter and Ward were roaming around inside, appearing as though they were investigating.
Hoffman's eyebrows rose, his heart rate steadily increased. Appearing calm, he entered the room staring at the agents. They smiled at him, watching his every move. Hoffman stepped around Carter as he made his way to his desk.
The brown-haired Ward took a seat, pulling out his notepad. Carter closed the office door, standing next to his partner. Silence over took the room for several moments before anyone uttered a word. Hoffman was perplexed at the men's arrival, he wasn't expecting them so soon.
Special Agent Carter cleared his throat, extending his hand to Hoffman.
"Detective Hoffman, it's nice to see you again. Special Agent Ward and I would like to discuss something with you, concerning the murders of Special Agents Erickson and Perez."
Hoffman met Carter's eyes, shaking his hand.
"Of course. How can I be of assistance to you?"
Carter glanced around the office, nudging his partner to speak. A small smile spread over Ward's face. He spoke up, pulling out his notepad.
"Detective, there has been new evidence uncovered concerning the murders. We would like to bring that to your attention. You know of the knife we found at the scene as well as the arson. The arson was caused by someone drenching the tech lab with gasoline."
Hoffman nodded, making a mental note to clean thoroughly up after himself next time. He knew the fire would be linked to arson, if only he had an easier way to burn a building down.
Special Agent Carter jumped in on revealing their data to Hoffman, he cleared his throat speaking freely.
"We also discovered a security tape of Ms. Tuck delivering a thick package to none other then Ms. Pamela Jenkins. As you know Ms. Jenkins is a lead investigator for a major newspaper. Upon further investigation, we discovered that Ms. Tuck was trying to set someone up as the accomplice to the known Jigsaw killer, Peter Strahm. Unfortunately, the information she gave to Ms. Jenkins wasn't accurate with our data."
Ward took that pause as his turn to fill in the rest of the details. He firmly nodded, smiling at Carter.
"As Carter pointed out, we did find the knife on the stairs. To our recent discovery we were able to get a print off the knife. Our team worked hard to identify it, and it was successfully identified. We now know the people behind the Jigsaw murders, none other then Special Agent Peter Strahm and his accomplice Jill Tuck."
Detective Hoffman swallowed hard, he knew what was going to happen next. He knew the knife was going to do some major damage, and it did. Hoffman stared hard into the agent's eyes, watching him carefully.
He was very proud of himself of all his hard work at naming Jill as Strahm's accomplice. Intense curiosity struck deeply into Hoffman's heart. He couldn't help himself, he desperately wanted to know what information Jill gave to Pamela.
"Concerning the package Jill gave to Ms. Jenkins, what information was handed over?"
Special Agent Ward carefully flipped through his notepad, he scanned a few pages before answering Hoffman's question.
"The package contained a video tape of you and John Kramer discussing the workings of a 'recent trap'. The two of you discuss the mechanisms of the correct way to wire it or something. You both go into grave detail for a while, mentioning a 'test subject', then kiss right before the tape shuts off."
Redness briefly spread over Hoffman's face, he instantly avoids eye contact. He was silent for a second, pondering about his latest question.
"You said that the evidence wasn't accurate to your data. What do you mean by that?"
Carter quickly grabbed Ward's notebook. Flipping to the back of it, he began to read out loud.
"Detective Hoffman and John Kramer's discussion seemed altered. Further analysis of the tape concluded that the accusation made by said party was found to be inaccurate to the investigation. John Kramer was pronounced legally dead by the time the tape had to have been recorded. Further investigation into the tape points that someone had altered the footage to their own personal gain. That said person is in fact, Jill Tuck."
A strong, gleeful smile spread over Hoffman's face. He was clearly out of hot water now. His hard work had finally paid off, he successfully linked Jill to being the sole accomplice to Strahm. Hoffman however, was impressed by Jill's desperation to alter a home movie.
He never should have shown her how to do that to begin with. He felt stupid that his own trick almost cost him his life and career. He lightly sighed, his stress was starting to leave.
Special Agents Carter and Ward arose to their feet, staring intently at the man across from them.
Carter slid the notebook into his coat pocket, he briefly glanced over at Ward.
"Detective Hoffman. Speaking on behalf of the FBI, we would like to say thank you. We owe you our thanks for taking us down the correct path of the two Jigsaw killers. We couldn't have done it without you by our side. To show you our thanks, our office is hosting a dinner party. This is our way to congratulate you on uncovering the truth behind this great mystery."
Special Agent Ward extended his hand to Hoffman. They shook hard, smiling at one another. Carter joined in on the hand shaking, as he gave his own warm smile to Hoffman.
"Thank you very much. It was my honor to help the FBI track down Peter Strahm and Jill Tuck for their misdeeds to society. I'm glad that justice will finally be served."