CHLOE'S POV
“…It’s done, it's been taken care of.” the man said his voice low and steady over the phone. “You don’t have to worry.”
I sat still in the dim light of my bedroom one leg crossed over the other, my hand clenched tightly around the phone. My heart was pounding under my silk robe but my voice came out as calm as a still lake.
“The recording, did you delete it from his phone?”
“Yes,” he replied without hesitation. “We wiped the phone clean.”
“And his body?” I asked, sharper now, leaning forward slightly. “Did you make sure no one could find him?”
There was a pause. I heard the faint rustle of movement maybe the shifting of gravel under boots.
“We were about to,” he said “but we had to leave the scene fast when we saw headlights. Another car was coming. Didn’t want to risk b
