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Casey is infuriated by what he finds in the recovered transcript. He’s having trouble calming down, so he goes for a run in the park for an hour to blow off some steam. When he’s finished, he has a seat on an empty bench and takes out his phone and emails Nia a copy of the heartbreaking message thread. A few minutes later, she replies in disbelief.

Nia: Casey, you are so incredibly brave for doing this. Maybe we should turn this evidence over to the police, so they can open up a proper investigation.

Casey: No. My brother. My rules. I want to handle this on my own.

Nia: Ok. I respect that. Be careful.

Casey: So, are you in or out?

Nia: You still want my help? Ok. I’m in. What do you need me to do?

Casey: One. Don’t tell anyone else about this. Two. Ride with me to Darlene’s house. I’ll pick you up at 7:00pm. Do you still have the same address?

Nia: Yeah, I’m still on 22nd Street. I’m surprised you remembered.

Casey: How could I forget?

Butterflies flutter in Nia’s stomach as she reminisces about their fling.

It’s now 7:00pm, and Casey is outside of her home. Nia sprays herself with perfume and goes out of the door in a hurry. He gets out of the car and opens the passenger side door for Nia, and she grins. They make their way to the office to follow Darlene home. She doesn’t normally leave until after 7:30pm, and they are only fifteen minutes away, so they have time to catch her.

Casey is relatively quiet the entire way there. Nia is occasionally looking over at him, but he doesn’t glance back at her, so the ride is quite awkward. Once he begins to approach the office, he pulls up behind a large truck to hide, and he waits for Darlene to walk to her car.

Nia’s palms are sweaty. Casey’s blood is boiling. As Darlene drives away, they both look at each other before continuing with their plan. After a couple of cars get behind Darlene, Casey leaves his parking spot and follows her until they arrive at her complex’s garage.

Darlene gets out of her car and heads towards the door that connects to the lobby of the apartment building, when Casey stops her in her tracks. She’s completely startled and feeling defensive already when she says, “Can I help you?” He replies, “You tell me. Why’d you delete the transcript?” She looks confused, but he doesn’t buy her innocent expression. He presses harder, “Did you have anything to do with my brother’s death?” Again, Darlene looks puzzled and afraid.

Casey escalates the situation and pulls out a blade, and he holds it up against her throat. Nia hops out of the vehicle and attempts to intervene, but Casey is unwilling to listen to her.

Darlene gives in and cries out, “Ok! ok! He made me! I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me. I was just doing my job. I swear.”

Casey says sternly, “Who’s he?”

“The director,” she responds softly and defeated.