Thirty Seconds

856 Words

Clover sent the recording two days later. Not to me. To every gossip blog in the city, three financial news outlets, and, most pointedly, directly to my phone. I was at my desk when it came in. A message from her. Just the video file. No caption. No explanation. I pressed play. The footage was thirty seconds long. It showed Killian on the terrace, unsteady, confused, his voice slurred. He was talking, and even through the haze in his voice you could hear the words clearly. "I went after her to hurt Kade," he said. "She was just... she was supposed to be a game." The recording cut there. I sat very still. I played it again. Then I put my phone face down on the desk and stared at the wall. He went after her to hurt Kade. She was supposed to be a game. The words settled into me like

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