Officer Miller rolls down his window and presses the intercom button at the gate.
“Good morning. Police officers here with a search warrant for Adam Hilton,” his voice comes out distorted through the speaker.
The gates begin to open slowly, and my heart immediately tries to climb out of my throat.
“You sure you’re ready for this?” Zara whispers from the seat next to me.
She decided to stay in the car at the last minute, saying it felt too much like “ganging up” and might feel disrespectful to Adam.
I think she's right. Or maybe she's just scared of Adam and what he might do.
I don’t even feel ready. I feel sick. But I nod anyway. “I have to be.”
My eyes are glued to the house, and then they drift to the side, towards the backyard where the pool is.
That’s when I see the fuckface w
