Lucian
I was in my office at nine PM, surrounded by phone records, security footage, and every piece of documentation I could think of that might prove my innocence to Lexi. Marcus sat across from my desk, reviewing the preliminary report from his investigation team.
"The café has security cameras," he said, sliding a flash drive across my desk. "We've got the entire conversation between Ms. Carter and Ms. Laurent recorded."
"Audio?"
"No, just video. But you can read lips, body language. Giselle was definitely showing her something, photographs, looks like. Ms. Carter's reaction suggests she was shocked."
I rubbed my temples, feeling the tension headache that had been building all afternoon. "What about the photos Giselle claims to have?"
"That's where it gets interesting." Marcus le
