Ethan processed Jason's frantic confession, the core of the story resonating perfectly with his long-held suspicions. The name Vincent Halbert now had weight—it wasn't just the name of a local rich jerk's father, but the actual murderer.
"I want to believe you, Jason," Ethan said, his voice measured. He stepped out of the shadows, revealing his new physique and the confidence that came with it. "Everything you've said aligns with what I already suspected. But it's hard to know if this is the whole truth or just a half-truth to make me drop my guard."
He met the older man's anxious eyes. "We're going to go get that evidence you have. I need to see what it is, and then, maybe, I can trust you."
A visible wave of relief washed over Jason, and he stumbled slightly as he gave a grateful nod. "Thank you, Ethan. Thank you for giving me a chance."
"Let's go to my car. Guide me there," Ethan instructed, starting to walk toward the parking lot.
