Carol’s POV
Katrina marches toward us furiously just as I hear my phone dinging with the proof Oliver sent to me. She is red in the face with her hands on her hips when she stops in front of me, a snarl on her lips.
Aiden is right behind her and when he meets my eyes, I give him a slight nod indicating that we’ve found what we need; he relaxes, running his fingers through his hair.
“Why do you have my phone, Oliver?” She hisses, her eyes never leaving mine.
“I think you are the one who needs to answer some questions, Katrina,” Oliver says, holding up her phone so she can see that he is logged into her banking app.
Her eyes go from me to her phone; I watch as her face pales at the realization that she has just been caught in a major lie and that it’s going to unfold right now. Thos
