“If he cared, he wouldn’t have betrayed me,” I shot back. “He wouldn’t have lied. He wouldn’t have arrested Remi. He wouldn’t have cuffed her like she was nothing.”
Kane tilted his head, unreadable. “Not everything’s as it seems.”
I scoffed, shaking my head, but then he asked, almost too casually: “If you two hadn’t fought before the raid… would you still trust him?”
The question landed like a punch.
I didn’t answer. Becausefuck... would I?
Kane stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Voss is a lot of things. A vapid bitch, sure. But she’s smart. You’re not the only thing she tried to frame.” He paused, letting that sink in. “What if she wanted you looking the other way? What if she wanted what you were building with Harlan broken?”
My blood went cold.
“She set him up,” I whispered. “She set us up.”
“Bingo.”
Kane backed toward the door, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. “And I brought you a gift.”
I blinked. “…A gift?”
“Check your phone, muffin.”
And just like that, he was gone.
I scrambled for my desk, hands shaking, and grabbed my phone.
Two new messages. Both were from a blocked number.
I opened the first video.
The street outside Harlan’s building. Erin was walking up the sidewalk, checking her phone, waiting.
Seconds later,me... walking from the opposite direction.
Erin paused, glanced up, and waited just long enough for me to come into frame… then slipped inside the building and popped back out the moment I was in line to see her.
I watched it twice. Then a third time.
The timing was perfect.
Too perfect.
The second video hit harder.
The precinct locker room. The angle was rough, like someone had hidden the camera where it didn’t belong. But the reflection on a steel panel was enough.
Harlan. Alone. Walking to the showers.
Minutes passed.
Then Erin. Stripping down. Entering. Holding up her phone. A flash. A snap.
Gone. Dressed. Out.
I couldn’t breathe.
The photo.
