I crossed the room in two strides, yanked the drawer open, and ran my palm along the underside. My fingers found it: a seam sealed with tape.
I ripped the tape away. An old iPhone tumbled out.
"The passcode is Humphrey's birthday. 1024!"
I punched it in. The screen unlocked.
What I found inside nearly made me crush the phone in my fist.
Thousands of photos. Dozens of high-definition videos. Beverly was in every single one.
But the men changed. And among them were all three of those bastards I'd sat across the card table from tonight.
In one video, Beverly laughed without a shred of shame. "Humphrey, you're so much better than Thaddeus. That useless waste comes home every night and passes out. I can't even stand looking at him."
"Caspar, once we drain Thaddeus's company dry and saddle him with the loan sharks, we'll buy a villa in Australia..."
My eyes burned red. I forwarded every last video to my encrypted cloud drive, then wiped the send history clean.
"Don't stop. The walk-in closet. The USB drive is in that designer handbag. Rip open the lining!"
I gritted my teeth, turned, and went straight for the closet. I found the bag and tore into the lining without hesitation.