Elizabeth’s POV:
I left Yaz outside the locker room and pulled out my phone to text Malcolm.
Elizabeth: [Yaz is ready to go. We’re connected to Bluetooth now. Sync up the earpieces and listen in.]
Malcolm: [Done. Are you sure Vincent will confess?]
Elizabeth: [I trust Yaz to make it happen, and I’m confident that Vincent is egotistical enough to want to share his dirty deeds.]
Malcolm: [I’ll make sure Ash hears it.]
With the earpiece in, I could hear all the sounds in the locker room. Multiple players greeted Yaz and made small talk, but then I listened to a mix of groans and hushed muttering. I’d bet a year’s salary that Vincent had finally entered the locker room.
Yaz whispered just loud enough for his hidden mic to pick it up, “The jacka*s has arrived. Let the show begin.”
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