Living On Razors Edge

Lucas's POV

I had been pretending like everything was fine in front of my brothers. However, nothing could be further from the truth. I had been living on a razor's edge for the past few days. The guilt gnawed at me day and night, making it nearly impossible to sleep or concentrate on anything else.

I checked online for the services of a spy. I was fully prepared to take any actions to cover my tracks. I finally found one that I deemed good enough for the job, I checked through his profile to get ideas about his service fee, and then dialed the number that was provided. After a few rings, the person on the other end picked the call.

"Speak," a gruff voice demanded.

"I need a job done," I replied, my own voice steady despite the turmoil inside me.

"What's the job?"

"I need you to clear my name," I stated, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Details," the voice demanded again.

"I was involved in an accident. I need you to delete any surveillance records of that day," I explained.

"Location