Chapter 45

Everett’s POV

In my gloomy office. A small room in the house that I designed as an office to easily and effectively work at home. I sat on my couch, drumming my fingers on the mahogany table while my thoughts pondered. S.B.G.L.

The need for revenge is like a rat gnawing at my soul, relentlessly, and unceasing. I opened the brown envelope and stared at the pictures sent to me in shock. It can’t be, it wouldn’t be — it is impossible.

I tipped the envelope on the table and spread the pictures out as if they were gold coins, I rubbed my hands together, massaged my temples and kept denying it. How does it all connect to S.B.G.L?

The light seemed to fade more slowly than other nights. It drained away with the reluctance of a small child being led from the candy counter. The dots weren’t connecting. How did they correlate?

My mind wandered back to the day Sam came visiting. I turned her down and she vowed to leave with something I cherished. Something that wil