"No. I just left. I...I didn't want people saying I did it."
"Did you at least check on her?"
"I looked. I didn't go down there."
"And?"
"There was blood. A lot of blood."
"Was she moving?"
"I think so."
"Fuck." Brock runs his hand through his hair. "Braden, how could you do this?"
"I didn't do it. SHE did!"
"Devon, get in here!" Brock yells.
The video goes dark, like Devon slipped the phone in his pocket.
"What is it?" I hear Devon say.
"There's been an accident," Brock says. "I need your help."
"What kind of accident?"
"The kind we've had before."
"No. I'm not doing it again. You said last time was it."
"I'll pay you. I'll pay you more than last time."
"I don't want your fucking money. Clean up your own damn mess."
"Devon, get back here!" Brock yells.
The video ends.
"Oh my God," I mutter, staring at the phone.
The video is a confession. It's proof that Braden killed Andrea. It's all the police need to lock him away.
"What was on the video?" Jackson asks as I walk back over to him.
"We need to go home."
He nods. "Yeah, okay." He turns to Mick. "Thanks again."
"Anytime. You need anything else, just let me know." Mick gets in his truck and drives off.
"What's going on?" Jackson asks.
"We have our proof."
"Proof of what?"
I get in the Range Rover and wait for him to get in on the other side.
