Anthony walked into the room with a teary Christy clutching at his hand, and she instantly sobbed and cast her eyes down towards the floor as Anthony himself took in the room and the way it was laid out.
Three chairs on one side of the table, one of which she was sitting on. The other two were for him and Christy. His own unit were all over there behind the Elders seated in chairs of their own. As were Brent and Gillian.
His eyes moved to all the manilla folders lined up on the table he knew as well as she did that they contained the statements of all she’d spoken to since Anthony had left her to suffer her heat on her own, or the pack file records of those conversations, all printed out. Each file on that table had the person's name on it.
There was also footage to go along with some o
