When they finish, they step out again, leaving us alone.
Silence settles for a moment.
I lean forward slightly.
“What do you remember?” I ask.
She hesitates, her expression tightening as she tries topiece it together.
“The club,” she says slowly. “I was with Cassie and Marie… I had a drink…” She exhales, frustrated. “After that it’s just… pieces. Nothing clear.”
“That’s normal,” I tell her. “Your body’s blocking parts of it.”
Her eyes flick back to mine.
“You said you got me out,” she presses. “Why were you even there?”
I don’t rush the answer.
“I’ve been watching Lionetti for years,” I say. “Him and his daughter. Nothing ever sticks to them. Charges disappear. Witnesses don’t talk.”
Her expression hardens slightly.
“I started putting pieces together,” I continue. “Then I saw Izzy.”
That landsdifferently.
Her jaw tightens.
“With Jenna,” I add. “That told me everything I needed to know.”
Silence stretches between us.
“And me?” she asks, quieter now.
I hold her gaze.
“I saw you with him,” I say. “That put you on my radar.”
Her brows pull together slightly.
“So you were watching me?” she asks.
There’s no accusation—just confusion.
“Yeah.”
She exhales slowly, looking awayfor a second.
“That’s… kind of fucking weird,” she mutters.
Fair.
“It wasn’t about you at first,” I say. “It was about who you were around.”
Her eyes come back to mine.
“And after?” she asks.
