Chapter Twenty-five
Laura sat on the couch and booted up her computer. The hour nap had done her a world of good to center her and get her thoughts straight. Tapping the keyboard, she coaxed the computer to life. She’d wanted to transcribe her notes for RJ’s lawyer. She couldn’t help herself. She hated working for the slimy man, but she felt like her reputation was on the line and anything she could do to speed up getting out of Nicaragua, she’d do. The envelope she’d picked up from the hospital slipped out of her notebook holder and fell to the floor. Sliding her finger inside, she fished out the birth certificate and looked at it.
“Shit.” She reeled at the information unfolding in front of her. Jumping up, her computer clattered to the floor. “Jesus Christ.” She piled all of the conten
