Aria's thumb pressed the play button.
The screen of Bella's phone flickered, showing a shaky, zoomed-in view of a dark alleyway. The timestamp in the corner read 11:45 PM.
On screen, Lucas Sinclair was pacing nervously, his collar turned up against the wind.
A moment later, a woman stepped into the frame. She had bright red hair, a tight leather skirt, and a faux-fur jacket.
Damien leaned in, his golden eyes scanning the pixelated figure with the clinical precision of a predator.
"Pause it," Damien commanded.
Aria tapped the screen.
"It's not Chloe," Damien stated immediately, pointing to the frozen image. "The height is wrong. Chloe is five-ten; this woman is barely five-five. And look at the back of her neck."
Aria squinted. Just above the collar of the faux-fur jacket, a dark, intricate tattoo of a butterfly was visible on the woman's skin.
