“… The minute I saw that report, I knew the spotlight would turn on me. It didn’t matter if I killed him or not, Internal Affairs would start combing through my s**t and my personal life…”
“… It was like the universe just wanted me to get away without breaking a sweat…”
By the time the recording is finished playing, both men are beyond pissed. Martin’s red in the face, while Jackson hides his glare behind a balled fist pressed to his mouth.
“That’s all I have as far as a confession.” I take my phone back and check to make sure the recording is still there. After all that’s happened, I can never be too sure about the little things.
Jackson nods. “Send it to me.”
I do as he says. A moment later, the damning evidence pings in his inbox and pulls up on his laptop screen.
He continues to
