Jonas's gut twisted with growing suspicion as he drove home. He knew his alcohol tolerance—no way a single bottle of red wine should have left him completely blackout drunk.
He'd shared that bottle equally with Elena. When they finished, he'd only been slightly tipsy, his mind still thinking straight!
Wait—
That final glass. The moment it hit his lips, his restraint shattered. Now he realized—Elena hadn't touched her drink at all!
Jonas punched the couch cushion, sprang up, and grabbed his keys to race back to the Regal Vista. But Elena had already vanished—the room scrubbed spotless, every trace erased. Jaw clenched, he questioned the staff relentlessly about the missing bottles.
After dumpster diving to recover them, he rushed the evidence for priority testing.
He camped out at the
