Ryan's POV
As I pressed the gas pedal and sped away from the glamorous event that had nearly proved to be our downfall, the adrenaline was still pulsing through my body. Clarabell sat next to me, replaying the clip we were able to get, her face lit by the icy glare of her phone screen. She must have taken the footage while we were socializing when the party goers. I wasn't sure what we could use the video for though, it wasn't exactly illegal to attend a party. Or to say converse like Ron and his buddy, Gray were doing. They had been intentionally vague in what they were discussing.
Apparently, she thought differently. Her voice was hardly audible above a whisper when she said, "That's it. This is the proof we needed."
"It's a start," I answered, continuing to focus on the pitch-black r
