“He wasn’t alone that night.”
The words lingered heavily inside the apartment. Jayda stood motionless near the balcony while fragments of memory continued flashing violently inside her head.
Rain.
Hallway lights flickering.
A girl crying weakly.
A silver watch ticking.
And someone wearing a hotel staff uniform standing near the corner.
Watching.
Not helping.
Watching.
Damek immediately stepped closer. “What do you remember exactly?”
Jayda pressed trembling fingers against her temple. “I-I can’t see the face.”
“Don’t force it.”
“But I saw the uniform.” Her breathing grew uneven again. “There was another person there.”
Silence settled briefly. Even Gon stopped talking on the other line.
Then quietly— “Inside job,” Gon muttered.
The phrase alone made Jayda’s stomach twist. Bec
