Chapter 205 The Evidence

• POV: Brett
• The gym in the basement of my house is cold at five-thirty in the morning. I lace up my running shoes, step onto the treadmill, and press the start button. The black belt moves under my feet.
• I pick up the pace, my breath coming in short, even bursts. The steady thump of my rubber soles against the machine fills the quiet room. Sweat drips down the side of my face, stinging my eyes, but I do not slow down. I focus on the movement. I focus on the burn in my legs.