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“Exactly.”

His eyes narrow, but then understanding flashes in them.

“Okay,” he says, moving it aside and grabbing our personal laptop from the drawer on the left. We haven’t used this in a long time, and I’m not sure it’ll even turn on. Hopefully it does.

As he works on that, Raewyn heads up stairs, probably to get her clothes and soap.

Forge works on getting the laptop plugged in, turned on, and enters his log in information. Once it’s booted up, he pushes the release button on the thumb-drive and slides up the USB to push into the computer.

My heart is pounding in my chest. There could be anything on this drive.

Secret stuff Tiger didn’t want anything to know. Something that could incriminate him. Something that could prove who killed him. It could be his grandmother’s recipes.

It could be nothing, but it could be everything.

Raewyn comes back downstairs, and we watch her disappear down the hallway that leads to our room. I have an urge to follow after her, but I push that thought aside and focus on the computer.

The folder pops open, showing us two files and one video.

“What am I clicking on first?” Forge asks.

“Files.”

He clicks the first one, making it open.

I lean forward, one hand on the back of his chair and the other on the desk.

“It’s an email,” I say.

And then we begin to read.

Tiger,

I'm sending you everything I have. The video is from three nights ago. The timestamp is on the video. Watch it, and you'll understand why I can't go to the police.

That's Captain Bartholomew Mendes in the recording. I know I'm not the only person who knows what happened that night, but I think I’m the only one who has evidence of it.

The other file contains the names and dates I've been able to put together. I don't know how many people are involved, but this isn't the first time they've done something like this.

I think someone knows I have the recording. I've seen the same car outside my apartment twice this week, and yesterday someone followed me home.

I need you to keep this somewhere safe. Don't tell anyone you have it, and don't contact the police. Not yet. We need to find someone we can trust first.

If something happens to me, make sure this gets to someone who can actually do something with it.

I don't know who else to trust.

My heart is pounding even harder as I go back up to read that name again.

Captain Bartholomew Mendes.

He’s in the video. Whatever that video may be of.

I’m tempted to click on it myself, but there is another file we should look at first.

“Open the other file,” I say quickly.

He does.