Chapter 70: Chapter 70

Sammy took another swig of coffee. The warmth slid all the way down to add to the acid eating away at her stomach. She leaned back in her chair in the conference room, waiting for the rest of the team to join her and Cain. The cigar box they'd found last night sat between them on the table. She couldn't bring herself to look at it. Or him.

Ever since she'd pried the lid off the box and had realized what was inside, the thought of being touched had made her skin crawl. She'd thrown up twice in the early morning hours and neither of them had slept a wink. Instead, she'd taken the box into the hotel room bathroom and run the shower to scalding. The steam allowed her to carefully separate the photos with the tweezers from her manicure bag. They were still damaged, but the images were clear enough. They'd be burned into her retinas for the rest of her life.