Sixty eight

Ellen's POV

Calmly seated at the desk in my room, I scrolled through the evidence that was released on Liz and Gabriel. The video clips, the pictures and other recordings. There was too much evidence to be gotten just by anybody.

If Kamille had taken these pictures, made these videos and given them to Belle before dying, why would Belle wait till now to release them?

Belle was the only known friend of Kamille at the time of her death, but that fragile looking Belle did not look like she had the guts to do this.

Except she had an alibi too.

I stood up and began to pace anxiously in my room. I needed to be sure a tail was placed on her. I walked back to the desk and picked up my phone. Dialing Mr. Finley's number, I waited for him to answer.

“Ms. Ellen,” Mr. Finley echoed through the phone.

“Mr. Finley, there is someone I want you to place a tab on,” I said immediately.

“Who might that be Ms. Ellen?” He asked.

“I will send to you the details of where she lived and where she worked an