Chapter 78 Clears the Way

The lights in the Ashworth residence shone coldly in the night, harsh and unwelcoming. The car stopped at the intersection and went no farther. "I'll wait for you here," Tristan said, breaking the heavy silence in the car. Cressida didn't answer. She simply unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the door, and stepped out. Alone, she trudged toward the iron gate she knew all too well. Her steps were deliberate, steady. The gate wasn't locked. It stood slightly ajar, like the mouth of a beast waiting for prey to wander in. She pushed it open and entered. In the living room, three people sat waiting. A single photograph lay tossed on the coffee table. "So, you still remember this house?" Gideon was the first to speak. He jabbed a finger at the photo. "Take a good look. What is this?" Cressida walked over and glanced down. The image was grainy, shot from a tricky angle. It was of her leaving the club at night and getting into Tristan's car. The man's face was hidden, revealing only a ta