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Immediately, another message pops up.
Because I sent them there. They’re innocent.
Hadley’s eyes meet mine, a question in their depths.
“I need to see her, Hadley.”
She nods, then types back.
Logan is with me. He wants to see Lana.
The monitors flip to a whirl of dark hair from the back, guns loading her down as she carries a backpack through town. But I can’t see her face from this angle.
My heartbeat drums in my throat, and another message box comes through.
He should probably look away. Lana isn’t the sweet girl right now.
“I’m not looking away,” I say to Hadley.
She blows out a breath and nods.
We’re in.
Another message.
Check your email, and I’ll give you a front row seat to the show when you’re finished.
Hadley flips screens on her laptop immediately, and I see an email to her from a weird address. She opens it, and my stomach churns when I see a video download there. I also see tons of files to be downloaded, a complete gathering of evidence.
The computer dings like it has a new message, and Hadley pulls up the message box.
All you have to do is download it. The files will do the rest.
Hadley doesn’t even hesitate. She downloads the files, and within a matter of moments, we hear the commotion outside.
I go to look through the blinds, seeing everyone standing and moving toward the monitors. On the screen, I see the same footage I saw earlier at Delaney Grove, only this time, there’s also a lot of footage of the behind the scenes, including all the guys who were tied up and confessing their sins from that night.
I peek out the door, cracking it just a little.
“You’re supposed to fight for the truth. Not fight for the corrupt,” the Saw voice says from behind the mirrored mask.
Everyone exchanges wide-eyed horror as the video continues playing.
“Be careful of the eyes you never see on you,” the voice adds, bringing up a new screen with familiar faces.
Director McEvoy rushes in, his eyes panicking when he sees himself on the screen talking to Johnson ten years ago inside Delaney Grove.
“You helped make this mess, you clean it up!” McEvoy barks, pointing a finger in Johnson’s face. “Get rid of the evidence. Get rid of any reports involving those kids. And destroy anything linking us to this godforsaken town.”
Everyone’s eyes snap to the director who scrambles to unplug the overhead monitor. But another one just comes on.
“And what about my team? They’re already trying to get this out,” Johnson hisses.
“I’ll handle them,” McEvoy growls.
Everyone swings their gaze to a horrified director, and he turns and bolts out of the room, probably running all the way to his office.
“Get this down!” he shouts somewhere in the distance. “Find out who is doing this!”
