Chapter 6 - Reversing the Board
Trent laughed, looking at his friends. "A warning? Do you know who my dad is, grease monkey? I'll have you locked up for trespassing by dinnertime, and your freak daughter’s video will be on every screen in the county."
I didn't flinch. I pulled my phone from my pocket, unlocked it, and pressed play.
The audio echoed loudly through the basement. It was a crisp, clear recording of Trent and his friends from the night before, bragging about how they faked the video of Chloe, laughing about the money they were extorting, and clearly discussing the distribution of the narcotics sitting on the table in front of them.
The smug smirk instantly vanished from Trent's face. The other three boys went ghost-white.
"I have cameras all over this room," I said, my voice completely devoid of emotion. "Recording directly to a remote server. I have every word you said. I have every line you snorted."
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"My dad will bury you," Trent stammered, stepping back.
"Your dad is local," I shot back. "My files are scheduled to mass-email the FBI field office in the city, the State Troopers, and every news station in the state at midnight tonight."
