CHAPTER 22
MY FIRST CALL when I escaped from prison was to Mack.
“Is there any more footage from the club? I want to know if Ethan had been expecting Christina, or if he approached her in there.” Or maybe something else.
“You mean whether he’d pre-booked?”
“Exactly.”
“Sorry, that was the only film on the server.”
There had to be more cameras. Had to be. No club the size of Liquid had only one. They needed to stay alert for theft, drugs, and assault, and that meant having eyes everywhere.
“I did find out something else, though,” Mack continued. “You know Christina’s roommate?
“Stefanie?”
Her details had been in the police file. She’d been interviewed after the body was found, although the transcript consisted mostly of sobbing.
“Stefanie is also known as Sable. She gets three rubi
