Isabella was riveted to the screen. The name flashing before her sent her heart pounding so hard that it hurt. Lisa. Her secretary. Her friend.
Alexander gently took the laptop from her shaking grasp and stared at the video clips inside the folder. "These look like surveillance videos," he muttered, clicking one open.
It showed Lisa sitting at a dimly lit café, across from a man wearing a Vineyard badge. The date stamp was six months old. They seemed to be arguing. Lisa's face was tense as the man slid an envelope across the table.
"What is this?" Isabella whispered. "Why would Lisa be meeting with someone from Vineyard?"
Alexander furrowed his brows. "Something's not right. Look here," he said, pausing the video and zooming in. "The timestamp flickers. This footage could have been edi
