CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVENJessica
I glanced about, wondering about hidden cameras or
microphones, then positioned the flash drive at the USB port and paused to
consider before I shoved it into place.
I accessed the flash drive and found several folders. I opened
one that said “Invoices.” This displayed an array of files. Word and PDF
documents.
At random, I double-clicked a file. It was an invoice for
drilling equipment. I shook my head and tried opening another. Geologic
surveys.
“What the . . . .?” I shut my mouth. If the
room was bugged, I didn’t want to clue anyone in on my thoughts. Were these
people drilling around fault lines? Planting explosives? Mining uranium? Is
that what Selby’s part in all this was?
I shook my head at that last thought. Not uranium. They
could probabl
