As Lauren and Michael waited for the images from the thumb drive to appear on the screen, Lauren"s body went rigid. She recognized the voices even before the participants stepped into frame. The camera was focused on a treatment table in a pale blue medical office. Little else could be seen except a nearby chair, an overhead light, and the blank wall behind the table. The office was Scott"s.
Scott entered the frame first, his back to the camera. Lauren was jolted by the sight of Scott. He was tan and muscular, his sun streaked hair giving him a boyish, innocent appeal.
Scott yanked a hospital gown over his clothes before donning a mask and latex surgical gloves. He then pulled a woman toward him as he laughed and stroked her tousled hair, always conscious of the camera"s position. When h
