Evaline:
The recording ended with a soft click.
For a moment, no one spoke.
The silence in the study felt heavier than anything Jacob Hall had said during the interrogation.
Kieran reached forward, his expression unreadable, and stopped the audio on his phone before slipping the device back into his pocket. The small movement felt oddly loud in the stillness of the room.
It was late sunday afternoon. The golden light from the setting sun filtered through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor and the massive desk that dominated one side of the study.
All five of us were there.
Me.
Rowan.
And the brothers.
We had just listened to the full recording of Kieran's questioning of Jacob Hall... the former Silver Moon student who placed the alcohol order at the diner Naira worked under the fake name and address.
Turned out Jacob was also a member of the same secret student group as Marcus and Carson.
