"What the hell is this?" He didn't answer and I didn't expect him to since the question was rhetorical. It was very obvious what I was looking at. I felt in turns sick to my stomach and pissed way the f**k off.
I didn't quite get why Mancini would want me to get involved with something like this, what any of it had to do with Caitie and I, but it didn't seem to matter. What I was looking at wasn't exactly something you could just turn away from.
I got sucked in that quick and spent the next few hours pouring over the s**t on the screen. People came and went, some of them female, I think I even heard babies, but I never took my focus off the screen.
Track tapped me on the shoulder some time later and that's when I shook myself out of my fugue state. "Time to go, you've been sitting here
