Chapter 12

Wesley sounded so furious that his voice was distorted. "All these men are trying to frame you? You told me you were going on holiday with your friends last month. As it turns out, you went to a hotel? Do you think I'm an idiot?" What followed next was the shattering of wine glasses on the floor. "Wesley! If my father hadn't supported you on the board of members, do you think you would be where you are today?" Janine shrieked. "Get lost! Scram!" he roared in a deafening tone. I could almost picture the mess the entire apartment was in. The door slammed shut loudly. Then, everything turned to silence, save for Wesley's heaving breathing. I walked over to the wine cooler and poured myself a glass of red wine. … A few seconds later, I received the second audio recording. It was Wesley muttering to himself, "Janine? Sophie? Liars!" He sounded drunk. "The lot of you!" When I heard my name, I gripped the phone a little tighter. At 11:00 pm, my phone rang once more. It was an