“I didn’t hit her,” he said.
I waited.
“But I was there.”
He pulled a small flash drive from his jacket.
It was wrapped in a hospital parking receipt.
Four words were written across the paper in blue ink.
SHE KNEW YOU’D COME HOME.
Mason pressed the drive into my palm.
“Victor thinks the house is clean,” he said. “He doesn’t know Tessa recorded everything.”
The elevator opened behind him.
Dominic stepped out.
His eyes went to the flash drive.
“Give it to me,” he said.
Mason backed into the pillar.
The cup slipped from his hand and rolled beneath a parked SUV.
Dominic started forward.
I moved between them.
I did not raise my fists.
I did not need to.
Something in my face made him stop.
I opened my laptop on the hood of my car and inserted the drive.
Three audio files appeared.
Each was labeled with a date and time.
