~FABIOLA~
“What the hell are you talking about?” I ask, feeling a cold trail of sweat slide down my spine.
“You heard me. Alex never wanted to investigate the Alfreds for human trafficking. That’s what he told you, wasn't it? Fighting for humanity? The innocent girls who went missing three years ago? Believe it or not, he had his own agenda. Where is the evidence? If he truly wanted to find those trafficked girls, he would have had something to show you.”
A car honks in the distance. I shift my gaze away from Paul—partly so I can breathe actual air, and partly so I can stop the static buzzing in my ears.
He’s making zero sense. It's true that Alex hardly ever let me into the basement when he worked, but that was only because his job was confidential. He did let me in on the Alfred fami
