Maisie
"Can you identify both men, ma'am?"
"Yes," I whispered.
The video was eight seconds long.
The technician had hit the play button a total amount of twenty times. A hundred and sixty seconds, I sat in the chair, unmoving.
The evidence was in a small flash drive. And it was real. It clearly showed the black car, though, there was no plate number attached behind it. It showed the moment I fell out, going up to the moment I was grabbed by the two rogues.
My hand trembled under the seat, as the technician zoomed in on the shadow catching up in the woods. I caught a glimpse of wolf-golden eyes, and knew it was Lyon.
The feed got cut off shortly after my garbled cry.
It got off before the rogues dropped me at Tessa's feet. I stared at it, chasing the suspicion.
It showed two men who were already dead. Two men who could no longer give testimony of who had hired them and who was on that cliff.
