He finally turned, his jaw so tight it looked like marble.
"What about you?" I asked. I gestured toward the screen, where the video had just shown his car striking Mr. Maxwell. "The video shows the truth about Jason, yes. It shows he’s a murderer. But it also shows you hit him first. It shows you driving away."
Liam’s expression didn't flicker, but I saw his fingers twitch against the edge of the table.
"That’s still a hit and run," I continued, the words feeling like lead in my mouth. "It’s still a felony. If we use this—if we go to the police or the DA—you’re going down too. Jason didn't just record his own crime; he recorded yours too."
A heavy silence descended over the circle. Ghost stopped typing, and even Wesley shifted his weight, his eyes darkening as he realized the tactical
