Chapter 568
Gavin's POV
My hands shook as I stared at my phone.
Drugged?? Monty named the first file. I looked at the hospital door behind me, knowing that on the other side of that door was a woman I didn't trust. Eliza was off getting that paternity test done, and I was about to have more answers than I could imagine with just a click of a button.
Was I ready to know the truth about that night?
With a deep breath, I clicked on the video. It started with Rachel and me arriving at the bar. I was on my phone, trying to find a ride for that night, and then I set my phone down on the bar countertop. I asked the bartender's attention and ordered myself a scotch while Rachel ordered a classic martini with an olive.
We talked while we waited for our drinks, and my phone remained untouched on the bar. The bartender brought over our drinks, and I took a sip of the scotch while maintaining a conversation with Rachel, who seemed to be speaking animatedly about something. I couldn't remember the conversation we had, which meant I was barely paying attention to what she was saying.
After a few minutes, I got up, excusing myself to the bathroom. I forgot my phone on the counter, and I didn't realize it had lit up with a message. However, Raechel seemed to have noticed.
I watched her look around for a moment, making sure I wasn't in sight, before she grabbed my phone and typed something into it. After a minute, she was sliding the phone into her purse.
I remembered looking for my phone that evening during my drunken stupor, but I never imagined that Rachel had stolen it.
I clenched my fists tightly as the video continued.
Rachel took a small baggie out of her purse and a pinch of whatever powder was in it. She glanced around briefly before she sprinkled it into my scotch and then stirred it with her finger.
The bartender was completely oblivious of her actions. By the time I returned, she put the baggie back in her purse and acted as if nothing had happened. She continued her story as I continued to drink the scotch.
The video ends.
"What the actual fuck?" I muttered, my brows furrowed as my body trembled.noveldrama
Rachel drugged me that night; that's why I got overly drunk after just one scotch. It wasn't the alcohol; it was whatever Rachel drugged me with.
In the next video, Monty labeled: Call for help.
I pressed play on the video and watched as Rachel excused herself. I was past the point of being gone, and I could see the bartender was worried about me. I was practically sleeping on the bar countertop when Rachel walked away. I felt furious that she would just leave me there; what kind of game was she playing?
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I lifted my head and said something to the bartender. He nodded, though that worried expression remained on his face. He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and handed them both to me. I was surprised twas able to write down anything. I wished I could enhance the video a bit more to see what it was I was writing, but the bartender took it and nodded.
He went to the phone and called someone.
Who the fuck was he calling?
The video ended.
The next video was called: Help arrives.
The time of the video was 15 minutes after the last one.
I pressed play, and to my shock, I
watched Judy run through the busy crowds to get to the bar. She said. something to the bartender, and then she assessed me. I seemed to be coherent enough to speak to her, though I don't remember what was that is said. My heart was pounding in my chest when I saw the worried look on her face and the fact that she was looking around frantically, maybe looking for Rachel?
The bartender had said something to her, and Judy looked grateful for a moment.
A couple of men came out of nowhere and let out a low growl as I watched the
video. What the fuck were they doing, grabbing me like that?
Soon, they were leaving the bar with me, and Judy trailed behind.
The video ended.
A message from Monty came through next.
Monty: This next video is hallway footage. It took a while to find the exact camera,
but I finally got it. This one is outside of your hotel suite.
I pressed play on the video, already deep in the rabbit hole.
The video began, and I watched as those men continued to drag me through the hall with Judy keeping pace behind us. She walked up to the door, my suite door, and she said something. I lifted my thumb for her, and she realized it was a thumb lock. She used my thumb to unlock the door, and the men dragged me inside. A minute later, the men were leaving, but Judy remained.
The video ended.
I fucking knew she was with me that night; I cursed under my breath. I should have tried harder to get her to admit it. I also felt a strange lightness in my chest. I was with Judy... I was kissing and touching her... not Rachel.