DUNCAN
Two or three buttons of my shirt were loose, but I still felt strangled when I walked out of the empty conference room.
My throat was sore, my pulse racing. I had screamed at the top of my voice and went crazy in there, and after all that, the video I got was nothing short of what I feared but remained in denial.
The person in the surveillance video was Conrad; he took the photos for Colten. My i***t brother, whom I had called a few minutes after the start of the meeting. He panicked over the loss of the people who were shot at his fight scene. Foolishly, I consoled him, thinking he had grown up, only to find out minutes later that he was still in his shade.
"Hey?" June's voice whispered as I walked into the office she was taken to.
Rubbing my head, I looked over to her. She w
