Nobody moved after Blade placed the videotape on the clubhouse table because somehow the faded label carried more weight than any evidence we had uncovered over the last several months.
Asset Seven. Age Six.
Dated three weeks before my mother’s murder and I stared at it while my stomach twisted into knots as Drake quietly stepped inside me.
“You don’t have to watch it tonight.” Draker said.
“I do.” I said looking at him.
“We all do.” Blade nodded.
Casey disappeared into the storage room and returned a few minutes later carrying an old VCR he’s somehow managed to keep around for years causing Brax to laugh.
“You’ve got everything.” Casey said.
“I don’t throw things away.” Casey shrugged.
“Clearly.” Brax said.
Despite the joke nobody smiled so Casey connected the machine to
