บท 118: Chapter 118

I didn’t question whether I should show those pictures to the man I loved; I intended to, but not just then. He was angry enough at reading that Gautier had slipped something into his drink. If he actually saw what she’d had done to him…At this point, he needed a cool head, and if I was ready to explode at how he’d been used, I didn’t want to think what his immediate reaction would be like.

He sabotaged the offices, and we got out of the building and on the road.

“Back to the WBIS now?” I asked as I gazed out the passenger window, intent on distracting myself, if not my husband. Knowing what I carried in my pocket…I’d been so distressed it had taken me longer to fasten the lock on the gates, and I’d actually wound up jamming the lock.

“Just long enough to swap out this truck for the Dodge and change back into civilian clothes. Then I thought we’d pay a visit to this Murchison character.”