Chapter 89 : Disaster
*Matthew's POV*
I looked down at Trinity, frozen, unsure of what I should say.
"What aren't you telling me?" she repeated.
Should I tell her? First thing this morning, I had gotten a call from the police station, letting me know that they had found a set of prints in my apartment. And those set of prints had matched some unknown prints they found on my car as well.
It was solid proof. Whoever had done one had also done the other. And because my company did such thorough background check with any of the artists we ever signed, the prints got a hit on someone that was already in their system.
Brett MacCovy.
Even though I had assumed it was him behind all of those things, having concrete evidence made it more irritating. And more frightening, since they still hadn't been able to locate him.