Chapter 85

After leaving the Sutton residence, Cameron got into his Rolls-Royce. He rested his arm against the window. The night breeze carried a faint heat. Lighting a cigarette, he let out a slow, deliberate plume of smoke, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. The video Justin had shown him replayed in his mind. Abruptly, he stubbed out the cigarette, pulled out his phone, and dialed Teresa again. The call connected, but no one answered. Cameron's patience was wearing thin. Then it struck him—Justin had been the one to show him the video. He called Justin. "What's up, Cam?" Justin answered almost immediately, noisy music blaring in the background. Cameron asked, "Where are you?" After Justin gave him the address, Cameron said, "Alright, I'll be right over." Half an hour later, Cameron arrived with Keith. Both men wore grim expressions as they entered the room. Justin stood to greet them. "Cam, Keith." Cameron's gaze swept over the people around Justin. "Leave. All of you." Thou