Lita stood in the room and looked through the window into the room where the man was tied up to a chair and Cam was casually sitting in a chair as if bored. Isabella and Josephine had met the limo in the parking bay. Isabella had immediately grabbed Lita and pulled her into a tight hug, whispering in her ear, “rip that motherfucker to shreds.”
Now though as she watched him through the window, she was calming down, drawing strength from the women in the room.
She looked to Chyna, “go into the room but don’t speak to him at all. Say nothing. Go straight to the computer, sit down, and go to work. You can have fifteen minutes alone in silence with him and find out what photographs exist, where they went and what they intended to do with them. Then I’ll come in and get the information I want.
