Cold Hard Truth
CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
Devon’s POV
The sun was just beginning to set when I stepped onto the porch, the sky bruised purple and gold. The air held that eerie stillness, like the world was waiting to exhale.
My mind had been running on fumes all day, torn between fielding questions from police and trying to keep Stacey from spiraling into another breakdown. Even after handing that tape to the police, nothing had come from it.
As soon as they had played it, a virus had crashed the evidence, and we were back to square one. Every second Alexa wasn’t found carved deeper into me, and yet… I felt like I was suffocating in place.
But another package was sitting on my doorstep when I got home. I almost didn’t see it. It was tucked just barely under the front door, a black envelope, pristine, no markings, like it had been placed there with intention. Same as the last one.
My stomach knotted instantly.
I bent down slowly, as though touching it might make it explode. There was no nam
