Whip rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers between the two of them. “You’re missing the point.” X side-eyed him. “The point being Paul Jeddersen’s gross nanny cam bear somehow moved from his bookshelf to this creepy warehouse?” Whip’s lips pulled into a thin line. “The point being someone filmed what happened here the night Toby died.” He swallowed thickly, eyeing me. “And that if this bear was also on Paul Jeddersen’s bookshelf, someone probably filmed everything that happened that day on Olympic Drive too.” My blood ran cold. Him drugging me. Stripping me down to my underwear while I was
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