TARA“Who’s this, Mad?” I asked again when I heard nothing from everyone.“Not now, Tara. Please?” His tone was neutral, but something flickered in his eyes— guilt, regret?“No.” I shook my head. “When you said something like that, there’s something you’re hiding from me. What is it, Mad? Who’s this guy? Because I’m sure he was at my event. He was the guy who delivered your flowers. I remembered him perfectly. He has a weird mustache and asked for a selfie. Don’t make me ask again, or I swear to God, you’ll regret what I’m gonna do next.” I started to get angry as I watched him intently and still pretended that nothing was going on. “Leave us,” he ordered Lynx and Nites, who stepped back when I began asking questions. Once they were out of the office, leaving just three of us, Mad, Damian, and me, I couldn’t wait any longer. I spread the pictures of the same man taken from different places. Based on the resolution, these were taken from CCTV cameras.“That’s Sawyer.”My gaze snapped
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