I raised my phone again. “In Brown Pack’s underground garage, there are surveillance cameras. This morning I obtained that footage.”
I hit play on a second video.
There, clearly visible: Mary in the underground garage, screaming insults at me, then producing a Swiss Army knife and lunging straight at me.
“Wendy, die!” she yelled, brandishing the blade inches from my throat.
The footage ended. I looked up at the gathered press. “Everyone saw it. Mary tried to stab me that night in the garage! She meant to kill me. And if you recall, at Moon Lake she did the same—tried to push me in.”
Across every livestream, the chat exploded:
“Mary’s the psycho here!”
“Major plot flip!”
“This drama is epic. Keep it coming!”
“Dane is my hero!”
“Wendy for President!”
Mary’s face went through every
