23

I zoomed out, my guts squirming and my heart drumming. Yeah, that was me alright. Shit! The picture had been taken the night before, and judging by the angle, that dark line on the right edge was Big Ellie’s chair. How could it look like it’d been taken from behind him, like someone else were sitting at the table?

“Fuck!” I mumbled, closing my eyes to try to keep it together.

His computer. I’d seen him close the lid when I’d gotten into the room. I didn’t recall seeing him lift it again, but I was in no shape to register that kind of detail.

The son of a thousand bitches had recorded the whole thing? Sick fucker! Why? Not like he needed anything more to blackmail me and keep me under his thumb.

Oh, I hated him so much, I would’ve killed him with my own hands! Playing spy cam on me! Would I find the video on a gay porn site too?

“Hey, Dean! Coming before Monday?”

Bill’s voice from the door to our office startled me. I jumped to my feet and hurried toward him, putting my phone in my poc