The voice recorder slipped out of my trembling hand and clattered to the floor.
Cold sweat broke out all across my back, my shirt sticking damply to my skin.
If my dad hadn't showed up just in time, if I hadn't revealed who I was right then and there...
I would've fallen into a hell I could never claw my way out of.
Ian pushed the door open, and the second he saw how deathly pale I was, his brows furrowed sharply.
"What's wrong?" He bent down to pick up the voice recorder off the ground and pressed play.
By the time the recording finished playing, his face had clouded over completely.
The air around him dropped so cold and heavy it felt suffocating.
"Those two are dead men walking," he growled, pulling out his phone and dialing a number. "Hey, it's me. Look up two people for me. Me
