Chapter 311 The Missing Evidence

• "Tim, what the hell? You can't have that!" I exclaimed, panic lacing my voice as I eyed the gun. "It'll violate your bail conditions if you're caught with it."
• Timothy's expression tightened. "Andy just threw it at me back there. He claimed it was his, said it's the same style gun I left in the clearing where I shot Bruce."
• The weight of his words hung in the air, and I started feeling the onset of migraine. I struggled to comprehend the implications, my mind racing to connect the dots.