Evie had lost sleep trying to make sense of it. The footage from the flash drive she and Tara had discovered inside his hoodie pocket. She'd replayed every possibility: Had someone dropped it off as a sort of blackmail? Or did he hire a private investigator? Had Tommy.... no. Tommy wouldn't. But then again, what did she know anymore?
While she didn't want to believe that he had been involved in something so nefarious, the evidence was staring at her right in the face.
The air outside the office was thick with the kind of sudden heat that made her skin crawl. Or maybe it was just the adrenaline. Her palms were sweaty, the weight of everything pressing against her ribs. She walked faster, footsteps echoing against cracked pavement, ready to finally demand answers from Tommy. No more guessing. No more waiting.
She rounded the building and nearly ran into Alexa.
