"Think about it? Does this even need to be thought about?" Zeke's control snapped, and for a moment, it looked like he was ready to strike again.

But just then, my phone rang.

I answered quickly, trying to steady myself. "Is it possible to retrieve the call recording?"

The voice on the other end responded, "It’s a bit tricky, but it should be possible."

"Alright. I’ll wait for your update."

After hanging up, Zeke frowned.

Then, he asked, “What call recording?”

I explained, "That night, Chelsea called me for help. I vaguely remember hearing a man’s voice, which sounded somewhat familiar, but I was drunk and didn’t have the call recording on. If I can get the recording from that night, and hear that man’s voice again, I should be able to identify who raped her."

Hearing this, Zeke’s expression immediately tightened.

"Can... can it be recovered?"

I looked at him and nodded. "My friend just told me that it should be possible."