Elijah Vega.
“Boss, you need to see this…”
Zerek walks in, clutching a set of photographs like they’re nuclear codes. He doesn’t speak much, never does unless it’s serious and from the look on his face, I already know I’m not going to like what I’m about to see.
He drops the pictures in front of me and my eyes lock onto the image of Paloma stepping out of some party. I’m already on my feet. My chair scrapes violently against the floor, and my blood heats like a fuse has been lit.
The timestamp says yesterday. That has to be the night she went out with Rebekah. Someone was watching her. Not just watching but deliberately taking photos and somehow making sure they ended up in my hands.
My phone rings the moment my eyes start burns into the grainy photo. I don’t answer. Every nerve in m
