My hands trembled as I stared at the grainy video on my screen. The dim lighting made it hard to discern all the details, but the unmistakable panic in Mr. Timothy’s eyes sent a chill down my spine. He wasn’t just standing over the dead body—he was desperately trying to revive the man.
Who was he? And more importantly, who was the other person in the footage?
I rewound the video, watching it again. The second man gestured wildly as if explaining something to Mr. Timothy, but the audio was too muffled to make out any words. My stomach twisted into knots.
This wasn’t just about blackmail. This was something far worse.
I needed to talk to Mr. Timothy.
The weight of exhaustion pressed down on me, but sleep was the last thing on my mind. I grabbed my phone and debated whether to call him.
