Kylie’s pov
I waited, watching Liam work the computer. The footage flickered across the screen—grainy, distorted, but it was the only lead we had left. My fists clenched as I squinted at the image, but it was useless. "Can you clean it up? Make it clearer?" I asked, keeping the edge in my voice.
Liam gave me a sharp look, like I’d asked him to perform magic. "I’m not a computer expert."
No, that had been Devlin. My throat tightened at the thought of him. He was gone. Grief wrapped its heavy hands around my chest, but I pushed it away. Sophia needed me to stay focused. I couldn’t afford to drown in grief now, not with everything on the line.
“Fast-forward to around one a.m.," I muttered, trying to focus. "They found his body pretty quick, and I don’t think she stuck around after that.”
