The black-gloved hand on the screen grasped the bottom edge of the balaclava.
Click.
The video abruptly cut to black. The footage ended.
Aria froze, leaning over the marble kitchen island. She stared at her own reflection in the blank, dark glass of the tablet.
"Are you kidding me?" Aria demanded, her voice flat.
She looked up from the screen, turning her glare directly onto her husband. Then, she looked back at the blank iPad. Then back at Damien.
"That's it?" Aria asked, crossing her arms over her tailored white blazer dress. "That is your grand, undeniable proof? A grainy, black-and-white snuff film that cuts off right before the reveal?"
Damien didn't flinch at her annoyance. He took a slow sip of his black coffee.
