The way everyone looked at me was colder than before.
Scattering thumbtacks had been a conflict between Knox and me. But the email claimed that the clubhouse was hiding drugs and illegal weapons, and it had nearly gotten the entire Black Vultures shut down by the police.
"It wasn't me."
That was all I could keep saying.
Mason frowned. "The email was sent from your account at 9:17 last night."
At that time, I was upstairs changing out of my wine-soaked dress.
I immediately thought of my phone being moved and the unnaturally calm look on Sienna's face as she left.
"Sienna touched my phone."
Someone scoffed.
Knox looked up, and the person immediately stopped.
"I believe her," Knox said.
Those words eased some of the tension in my chest.
But I didn't hide behind him.
"Your trust a
