LISA’S POV
The drive home from The Chamber felt longer than it should have.
City lights blurred past the tinted glass.
But my mind wasn’t on the road.
It was on the flash drive burning a hole in my purse.
The masked man’s words echoed in my head.
"You’ve been chasing the wrong enemies, Lisa."
"Your father’s death wasn’t an accident."
My stomach twisted.
Because deep down?
I already knew it was true.
INSIDE MY PENTHOUSE
I locked the door behind me.
Poured a drink.
Didn’t bother with ice.
Didn’t bother with breathing.
I slid the flash drive into my laptop, my hands shaking more than I wanted to admit.
And then?
I pressed play.
THE VIDEO
Grainy.
Night vision.
A hidden camera pointed at a private garage—the one my father used.
I watched, frozen, as the footage played out
