When we reached Denver's office, the secretary blocked the doorway. "Sir Donald, Sir Denver took Miss Janine for a prenatal checkup. He's not here right now."
Donald smiled politely. "That's fine. I just came to get something."
The secretary's gaze flicked briefly toward Amelia, her expression full of unspoken gossip.
Taking advantage of the moment, I whispered to Donald, "Go on. Plug in the USB and take a photo of whatever's inside."
He gave a bitter smile but didn't dare refuse.
Amelia waited in the car while I followed Donald into the office. He opened the drawer, retrieved a sleek USB drive, and plugged it into the computer.
The screen loaded—then froze for a long, heavy second.
When the contents appeared, all of us went completely silent.
I followed Donald back to the car.
Amelia leaned forward anxiously. "What's in the USB drive?"
I took a deep breath. "You'd better prepare yourself."
Donald unlocked his phone, opened the video, and turned the screen toward her.
