Dead of Night

Maverick’s POV

An icy wave hit me as I flipped through the pictures in front of me. I couldn’t believe my eyes, let alone make sense of what I was seeing. My heart raced as I stared at the grainy image, barely illuminated by the streetlights. There it was: a body bag, unmistakably, being dragged out of the pack by my mother and Tessa. The timestamp read 2 AM.

“Two in the morning?” I muttered to my