Controlled.
“So he wasn’t some random driver.”
“No.” Blaze exhaled slowly. “Looks like he was already there.”
I stared back at the footage again.
At the moment the second car blew through the intersection.
“He hits them,” I said slowly.
“And comes back in uniform.”
“Takes control of the scene.”
“Controls the report.”
“Deletes the footage.”
“Lets Tessa take the fall.”
Silence stretched heavily between us.
Ugly silence.
Because now there was no pretending this had been an accident.
“He knew,” I said finally.
“Yeah.”
“He knew she wasn’t driving.”
“No doubt.”
Rage climbed steadily higher beneath my skin.
Not because Tessa went to prison.
Because somebody watched it happen—
and decided she was acceptable collateral.
“That’s not fear,” I muttered. “That’s cruelty.”
Blaze didn’t argue.
Because he knew it too.
“And men like that,” he warned quietly, “don’t usually sit back while people expose them.”
My mind went straight to Tessa.
Still raw.
Still fragile in places she tried hard to hide.
“He knows the truth is out now,” I said.