Lexi’s POV
My stomach was in knots. Connor had been gone for about 15 minutes, and I was tiptoeing around his living room, opening drawers and looking in cabinets like he was just going to have some notarized document lying around saying, “I, Connor Graham, murdered my best friend, Tyler Rossell.”
Yeah, I realized now that I was stupid to think it would be so easy to find proof.
With a frustrated sigh, I sat back down on the couch. Connor’s room was bigger than I remembered. I had only been in here a few times, tagging along with Tyler before some event or another. I kept calling it his ‘room’, but it was really a suite, with a kitchenette and living area where I was sitting now. An entryway next to the kitchenette led to his bedroom, which had a large walk-in closet and master bathroom
