Was there really a recorder?
Was she bluffing?
Her hands and feet had been tied—could she have really hidden a recorder under the coffee table?
But she’d survived jumping into the sea…
Nick’s mind spun with possibilities.
As he weighed the risks and decided to bet it all, Candice suddenly gasped as if something had just occurred to her.
“Oh, right! My recorder is connected to the cloud—it automatically uploads every ten minutes. Is there a computer?”
Charlie immediately had someone bring a laptop.
Nick’s face turned ghostly pale.
His psychological defenses crumbled in an instant.
The laptop arrived quickly. Candice logged into her cloud account.
“There it is.”
She lifted her gaze, giving Nick a calm yet triumphant smile. Her finger hovered over the play button.
“Let’s hear it,
