Zachary Conway looked at Yuri Sullivan and raised an eyebrow. "You have evidence?"
"Yes!" Yuri Sullivan tapped his phone a few times. "I have a button camera on my clothes. It recorded the entire thing—Dora Archer asking me to a movie, hinting that I should get a hotel room with her, and then taking off her clothes to seduce me."
He handed his phone to Zachary Conway. "Officers, you can take a look. I'm the real victim here."
Dora Archer and Paul Lowe were both too stunned to speak, completely panicking.
'This guy's button is a camera?'
'And if the bastard had evidence, why didn't he say so earlier? Why wait until now?'
Paul Lowe instinctively reached out to grab Yuri Sullivan's phone. "This is impossible! It has to be fake!"
Zachary Conway immediately twisted his arms behind his back and pushed him to the floor. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Honey!" Dora Archer jumped in fright and cried out, "Don't hit my husband! How can the police hit people...?"
