Chapter Seven
When she got home she dumped her bag on the kitchen table and pulled a bottle of scotch from the cupboard; poured a drink she couldn’t afford. Her hands were still shaking as she slumped in a kitchen chair and took a hard swallow. She was in big trouble and she knew it but she didn’t know what the hell to do about it. And to do nothing would prove to be disastrous. She needed to get a hold of the photographs; destroy them before they could be used against her. She needed time to think but there was no time. Reena was a resourceful woman. That had already been proven and it wouldn’t take Reena long to find her. What had Reena said about controlling the situation?
Ann rubbed her eyes and tried to sort a way out. Maybe she could meet with Mr. Rhineholt, Senior; offer to sleep
