Back at his office, Chris slid the recording into the drive and hit play. The footage was four years old, taken at the same overlook where Matthew had been killed.
He fast-forwarded until the scene he needed came into view: Melissa, faking an assault to lure someone in. He watched Zane’s father run toward the valley to help her. Matthew fought off the men attacking her, only for Melissa to pull a gun she’d been hiding and shoot him herself. She kept firing until he went still on the ground.
Chris felt his throat tighten, his eyes stinging as the footage played out in front of him. Matthew hadn’t deserved that. He’d been one of the best men Chris had ever known.
His own parents had never been the warm kind, too consumed by their careers to notice much of anything about their son. He’d gr
