The car door shuts with a heavy sound that seems to seal us inside a different world.
Outside, the river moves quietly beneath the pier lights.
And somewhere behind us, Margaret Lawson is still standing there.
Watching.
Waiting.
Marcus slides into the back seat and pulls his laptop from his bag. His voice is low, almost resigned. “Well. Let’s see the disaster.”
My pulse is racing. Adrian sits beside me in the driver’s seat, water dripping from his jacket, his hand resting on the steering wheel though his eyes are locked on the laptop.
Marcus connects the flash drive. For a moment nothing happens. Then—
A single file appears.
REC_0217_CRASH_SEQUENCE
Marcus exhales slowly. “That sounds promising.”
My stomach twists. “Just play it.”
He clicks.
The screen flickers. And suddenly—
