"That, I got it online," Vince says, exhaling a stream of smoke toward the concrete ceiling. "There was a couple there on the same night, and they took a picture at the foyer. She happened to be in the frame."
He pauses, his expression grim. "Since someone scrubbed the hotel cameras that night, this was the only picture I could find. Oh, and she was also with Chandler at the nightclub opposite the Carlton. From my investigation, she left early saying she was unwell."
I clench my jaw, my rage seething in my gut like acid.
The implications are clear. This meant that Angelica lied. And that bitch Amara helped her.
Now I know the truth: they had a hand in my drugging. I had suspected Amara, but I never thought Angelica was involved. I thought she was innocent in this, a victim of circumstance. But now? Now I am certain she was part of the trap. They orchestrated the whole thing, and Tyr was collateral damage.
