Molly
I press accept and lift the phone to my ear.
“Hello.”
Paul does not waste time.
“Did you see the news?”
I inhale slowly and glance at Charles. He is already watching me closely.
“Yes,” I say.
“Good,” Paul replies. His voice is calm. Too calm. “Let’s not waste each other’s time. Your mom is guilty and I have evidence.”
My heart starts beating faster.
“Really?” I manage to say, even though my throat feels dry.
“A video,” he continues. “I have a video that I haven’t given to the cops yet. If you want to see it, come to my office. I’ll show you.”
I look at Charles again.
He doesn’t speak but he gives me a small nod.
“I’m coming right now,” I say.
The line goes dead.
Before I can even lower the phone properly, one of Charles’ men walks into the restaurant.
“Alpha,” he gre
