Chapter 27. Footage

Tessa’s POV

The security office in the athletics building is a windowless box with a coffee maker, two desks, and a framed poster of a wolf that says TEAMWORK. I sit in a plastic chair under it for an hour and forty minutes.

Knox is in the room next door. I can hear his voice through the wall sometimes, low and flat. Cole is somewhere else entirely. They took him to the trainer’s room first to deal with his nose.

Nobody will tell me anything.

My nose stopped bleeding after twenty minutes. The headache didn’t. It’s sitting behind my eyes like a fist, pulsing in time with the fluorescent lights. Sergeant Ochoa gave me two aspirin from her desk drawer and a paper cup of water and didn’t ask why a girl nobody touched was bleeding.

I texted Darcy: ME: I’m okay. Knox’s in trouble. Athletics security office. Don’t come.

She replied in under ten seconds: ALLIE: Coming.

Then, a minute later: ALLIE: Easton says the hallway camera