Page 101 of Injustice and Absolution

“Okay. Are you able to forward the footage to me so I can take a closer look?”

“Sure can.”

“Thanks, man. I appreciate you looking into it.”

“Any time.”

“That’s a good sign, right?” Draven pipes up, and I look at him. I don’t miss the hopeful nature of his tone. He’s thinking this news, coupled with the news from Chainz, will help me to drop myfascinationwith Drew.

My eyes shoot from his back to my phone when I hear the ping notification letting me know I received an email. Wanting a larger screen to view it on, I switch to my computer before pulling up my inbox and opening the email.

Clicking on the link, a video pops up. I nod for Draven to come behind my desk so he can get a look at it too. We watch as the figures move on the screen exactly how Hound described it to us. Taking a deep breath, I get ready to exit out of the video when Draven breaks the silence.

“Huh,” he grunts.

“What is it?”

“Well, it may be nothing, but...” I look at him as he considers his thoughts.

“Spit it out,” I command, ready for him to put me out of my misery.

“Well, it’s just that this guy here,” Draven points to the larger of the two assailants as they’re running away from the store. “He’s got the same build as the bouncer who was at Spotlight when Saxon and I were in there looking for Delilah.”

Please tell me this is the break I was looking for.

“Play it again from the beginning?” he requests.

I restart the clip, and this time I watch Draven as he watches the video, looking for any sign of recognition in his eyes.

“That.” His finger flies to the screen, and I follow it. “The little limp in his step? Right there?”

“Yeah, I see it,” I confirm.

“I watched that same bouncer walk from his post inside the door, to the bar for a glass of water, then back. He had a limpjustlike that one.”

“Motherfucker,” I exhale a breath I didn’t realize I was holding onto. “You finally believe me?”

“Mm-hmm,” Draven agrees, at last.

Now that I’ve found what I’m looking for, I almost wish I hadn’t. It confirms every fear I’ve ever had.

Drew is dangerous.

Delilah is in trouble.

And I’m the asshole who put her there.

I pushed her away.

I told her to go find someone else, knowing she’d listen because she’s too damn concerned with pleasing others.

Staring at the video, my eyes focus on Drew as he walks to the door, and I pause it.

I’m no fucking better than this asshole...

She deserves so much more than two motherfuckers like us.

But since I’m the one who got her into this mess, I’ll find a way to get her out of it.

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