Miguel played the first video on the flash drive. The room was dim, the only light coming from the screen as the footage flickered to life. Elizabeth, sitting beside him on the bed, gasped the moment the image became clear.
There were two men in the video, in an office. The camera angle was slightly tilted, as though the device had been hidden in a corner. One man paced anxiously while the other leaned back in a chair, arms folded.
“Is that... David West?” Elizabeth asked, eyes narrowing as she leaned in.
Miguel gave a small nod, his jaw tense. “That’s him,” he confirmed, pointing toward the pacing man. “And the other one is Aaron—David’s best friend and partner. They were always thick as thieves.”
Elizabeth’s eyes stayed glued to the screen. “This doesn’t look like a casual conversati
