The screen should have been wrong. That was the first thought that hit me.
Because everything I had seen before that moment said he should not be standing. And yet, Kessler stood outside the building, still, composed, like the last hour had never touched him.
No blood. No weakness. No sign that he had taken two bullets from me. My fingers tightened slowly around the ring in my hand. “This isn’t possible,” I said. But my voice lacked conviction.
Because I could see him. The way he held himself. The way he looked straight toward the camera… No, not the camera but at us. He knows,” I said quietly.
The man beside me did not respond. And that silence told me everything. “Rewind it,” he ordered.
The footage was played again. Kessler stepping into the frame. The image froze. Kessler’s gaze l
