The laughter died down, but I could still feel it….like they thought this was something they could easily come out of. Like the Coil were just some neighborhood bullies we could outwit with sarcasm.
But they didn't get it.
Jasper raised a brow, still slouched back. "We're listening."
"No, you're laughing." My voice cracked. My chest felt tight. "You don't understand what we're up against."
I turned the phone around, the light of the screen spilling across all their faces. The air shifted instantly.
On it was the sketch. Liam's killer.
Casper sat up straighter. Ian's hand froze halfway through tugging his sleeve.
"That's him," I whispered. "The one who killed Liam."
Jasper's whole body snapped upright when the sketch came into view. His face twisted, disbelief hardening into rage.
"So all this time…we're sitting here thinking Liam just…died? That it was random? And you…" he pointed at Dominic, "….you knew the motherfucker who killed him?"
Dominic stiffened, still seated.
