The week was almost ending, when I checked my phone I saw
Payton had texted me that she was in Hawaii on a business trip with her boss. My heart skipped a beat. I quickly dialed her number, desperate to know if she was still there. When she answered and told me she had already left, a wave of relief washed over me.
I was about to say more when my private investigator’s call came in. I had to end the call with Payton abruptly.
“Hello, Greg. What did you find?”
“Sir, check your messages. I’ve sent everything you asked for.”
“Alright, thanks.”
I opened the messages and felt my stomach drop. There were several photos of Elizabeth—half-naked in a dimly lit club, surrounded by men. My hands trembled as I pressed play on the video clip attached.
What the hell…
It was a video of her in a
