Scarlett’s POV
I carefully checked the video Saeed had sent to me, heart in my throat.
Encrypted files. Surveillance footage. Redacted records.
I skipped to the timestamp, just hours before I arrived.
Jasper. Entering the building. Wearing black, a cap pulled low. A woman at his side. Cassie. She looked nervous.
Then a blurred room feed.
Someone was on a gurney.
A body.
Covered in a white sheet.
I froze. It wasn’t the man I hit. This was before I arrived. So who the hell was that?
Then a whisper from the video, muffled but sharp enough to catch:
“No questions. You get your payment. She never finds out.”
Cassie’s voice. Clear as day.
And Jasper?
He just nodded.
I slammed the laptop shut, chest heaving.
What were they doing there before me?
And what the hell were they hiding
