The video freezes on the screen.
Rain streaks across the dark highway.
My car sits in the frame, seconds before the moment that changed everything.
Behind it—
The black SUV.
Marcus is still pointing at the screen. But he doesn’t say the name. Not yet.
My pulse pounds harder. “Marcus,” I whisper. “Who is it?”
Adrian’s voice is calm, but sharper now. “Answer her.”
Marcus slowly lowers his hand. “You might want to sit down.”
“I’m already sitting.”
“Yeah,” he mutters. “But emotionally you might want a chair.”
Adrian’s patience snaps. “Marcus.”
Marcus exhales slowly. Then he says the name.
“Victor Salazar.”
The room goes completely silent.
My stomach drops. “No.”
Adrian’s eyes narrow slightly as he studies the frame again.
Marcus points back at the screen. “Look at the jawline.
