CLAY’S POVI took one quick look at Jodie, and it confirmed my fear. She handed me the thumb drive with trembling hand and I excused myself without another word. Anyta gave me a quick look of concern but she didn’t stop me as I walked out. I was grateful for that small gesture, because I needed to do this alone. I slipped into her small study at the back of the house, closed the door and sat down at the desk. The laptop screen glowed in the dark room. My hands felt heavy as I plugged the drive in.The files loaded one after the other. At first it was what I expected—bank records, emails, timestamps all tied Victor directly to the leaks and the press play. These were top solid stuffs, and I felt grateful to Jodie.I saw a black folder, sitting on its own. Curiosity got the best of me, and I tapped on it. The intials “M.G” stared back at me, as I did a double take.M.G. My mother. Maria Grayson. I huffed in disbelief as I contemplated if I wanted to know what was in the file.I finally
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