“All right. Cake and a burger and you listen to what I have to say.” He got out a file and laid it on the table. “Take a look at that.”
“ Done. ”
The light tone was quickly cut down. As soon as she set eyes on the file, her heart was in her throat. It was all too familiar a gesture. Under the plain cover she expected pictures of smiling faces, bright and happy… or completely unawares. Smiles she would be ordered to rid them of. Or, as seemed to be the pattern more recently, photographs of her handiwork. Bloodstains that wouldn’t come out. Clean ups that took weeks.
Fingertips slightly unsteady, Laura laid a hand on the file, ready to pull it towards her. “ I thought I was listening, not reading. What am I going to see in there? ”
