The thumb drive clicked into the laptop like a round sliding into a chamber.
Selene stood still, her spine was tight with tension, one hand clutching the edge of the desk, the other resting on the cold weight of her pistol. Darius hadn’t said a single word since she opened the box, he just stood there, silent, shirt undone, chest heaving like someone had knocked the wind out of him.
The screen blinked to life.
A black video file appeared: “VELVET_03-BLOODWIRE.”
Her finger hovered over the play button. “Whatever this is… I need to see it.”
Darius stepped forward. “Selene..”
“No.” Her voice sliced through the silence. “I need to know what you’re not telling me.”
She pressed play.
The screen went black. Then shaky green security footage filled it. Velvet Vice. But not the part people
