Chapter Eighty Three

VAUGHN

Gavin had somehow found this lip-reading expert—some woman with sharp eyes and a no-nonsense demeanor. She sat in front of the grainy CCTV footage, watching it for the fifth time. I’d already lost my patience twice over but kept it bottled up. For now.

I crossed my arms, pacing the room while looking back and forth at the screen. My head was a mess. Each passing second felt like a lifetime.