FRAMED

Fred sat on the table adjacent to his king-size bed. He had obtained the CCTV from Walt and had been replaying a specific part for the last five minutes yet he couldn’t get a clue.

He arched a brow, trying to decipher a wrong move from his computer screen but the video kept showing Sylvia leading the women to David’s bed, undressing him, and then setting a camera on the table. Fred zoom in the footage to Sylvia’s face, hoping it was someone else but it was her.

He sighed and took his head into his hands. All he needed was a clue, just one clue to prove to the Wells that Sylvia was framed.

Fred shook his head in filial objection, rejecting the thought that Sylvia had probably carried out that act. Somehow, he had a deep conviction that she was innocent and incapable of carrying out such an act.

He went for his phone from one of the table cabinets and decided to place a call to Eleanor. Last night, he had tossed from one edge of his bed to the other, unable to fall asleep because the th