"It's not him."
I slam my fist on the table and spring to my feet. "What do you mean it's not him?"
Jared shrugs. "The person on the CCTV footage is not Ryker Strong."
"How?" I pace the room, stomping between chairs. "How can you tell from simply looking at a short video?"
"Isn't that a little petty?" Jet probes from where he's sitting opposite Jare.
"What?"
He lets his leg fall from the table, pushing himself up. "Didn't you conclude that it's him from simply looking at a short video?"
The veins in my neck pulse, and I slam my hand into the nearest wall.
"Jesus Christ! Evan." Jet springs to his feet, eyes bulging. "You don't seem very keen on losing the bandage, huh?"
My eyes drop to my trembling hand, a blotch of red fast dominating the white wrap.
Fuck!
"We have to check tha
