Keira
The athletic building buzzed with a different kind of tension by the time we arrived, campus police and a detective from the local precinct already gathered around the conference table alongside Monica, Coach, and the rest of the team, all of them wearing the same grim expression that made my stomach twist before anyone said a word.
"Ms. Collins," the detective said, standing as I entered, introducing herself as Detective Reyes. "I want to walk you through what we found, but I need to warn you, some of it is disturbing."
I nodded, sitting down carefully between Ryder and Noah, bracing myself for whatever came next.
"We recovered Preston Hale's vehicle abandoned in the arena's back lot early this morning," Detective Reyes said, pulling up photos on a tablet she slid carefully towa
