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 Zashery secretly meet's Anthony and told him a deadly secret about Angelina 😱

Scene:
A dimly lit parking garage, 1:13 AM. Rain taps on the concrete. The only sounds are distant sirens and the occasional drip from a leaking pipe. Anthony leans against his car, checking his watch. Then—footsteps.

Anthony:
Zashery? That you?

Zashery (emerges from the shadows, hood up):
Yeah. You came alone?

Anthony (nervously):
You said not to tell anyone. What the hell’s going on?

Zashery:
It’s about Angelina.

Anthony:
What about her?

Zashery (serious tone):
We don’t have much time. She's not who you think she is, Anthony.

Anthony:
You’ve been saying cryptic stuff all week. Either tell me the truth or I’m out of here.

Zashery (steps closer):
She killed someone.

Anthony (stiffens):
...What?

Zashery:
More than one, actually. I’ve been digging. Watching. She’s dangerous.

Anthony:
No. No, that’s not possible. She’s—she’s smart, yeah, intense sometimes, but a killer?

Zashery:
Listen to me. You remember her ex, Mason?

Anthony:
Yeah. He disappeared last year.

Zashery:
He didn’t disappear. He was found in a river five weeks later. Police ruled it a suicide. No foul play.

Anthony (quietly):
She never talked about him.

Zashery:
Exactly. Because she was there the night he died. I found the traffic cam footage—her car near the bridge, 3:42 AM. She told people she was asleep at home.

Anthony:
That doesn’t prove anything.

Zashery (pulls out a phone):
I didn’t think it would. That’s why I followed her. Recorded this three nights ago.

He plays a short, grainy clip. Angelina’s voice is faint but clear.

Angelina (in the recording):
“No loose ends. If he talks, we bury him like the rest.”

Anthony (stares at the screen, speechless):
That can’t be her. That’s not… no. This is out of context.

Zashery:
There’s more. I’ve been collecting evidence—files, audio, even a journal. She's involved in something dark, Anthony. Blackmail, extortion… maybe even murder-for-hire.

Anthony:
Why are you only telling me this now?

Zashery (hesitates):
Because you're in love with her. And I hoped—God, I hoped I was wrong.

Anthony:
So you’re spying on her now?

Zashery:
Wouldn’t you, if the woman your best friend was living with might be a sociopath?

Anthony (defensive):
You don’t know her like I do.

Zashery (calmly):
That’s exactly the problem. You only know the version she lets you see. She's manipulative. She doesn’t love you, Anthony. She’s using you.

Anthony (angry):
Shut up. Just shut the hell up. You think you're doing me a favor? Destroying the only real connection I’ve had in years?

Zashery (quietly):
I'm trying to save your life.

Long silence.

Anthony (softly):
Do you have proof she hurt Mason?

Zashery:
Not enough for police. But enough to make you question everything.

Anthony:
What do you want me to do?

Zashery:
Get away from her. Now. Tonight. Pack a bag. Disappear for a while. I’ll handle the rest.

Anthony (torn):
She’ll know. She always knows when I’m lying.

Zashery:
Then don’t lie. Ghost her. Leave. If she comes after you, you’ll know I’m right.

Anthony (quietly):
And if she doesn’t?

Zashery:
Then maybe… just maybe… she’s not the monster I think she is.

Anthony:
What if you’re wrong, Zashery?

Zashery:
Then I ruined your relationship and I’ll live with that. But if I’m right, and you stay... you won’t live long enough to regret it.

Anthony looks away, lost in thought, the weight of truth crashing down on him.

Anthony (finally):
Send me everything. The journal. The audio. All of it.

Zashery:
You’ll have it in an hour.

Anthony:
I’m not promising anything… but I’m listening.

Zashery:
That’s all I needed.

They part ways, silently. In the shadows, someone watches. A glint of red hair catches the light. It's her.

Angelina… was listening the whole time.