A few of the other monitors held what looked like mugshots and rap sheets while yet another monitor displayed more shots of people she didn’t recognize, all organized in a pyramid like she’d seen on detective shows.
She took a few steps back and made a beeline for the bank of keyboards that controlled what was displayed across the screens. Her mind turned over all the information at her fingertips. More than she could ever have hoped for.
Someone would be back sooner rather than later and from the looks of it, there was only one way in and out of this room. She flipped the slightly out-of-focus photo around and traced a finger across the glossy surface.
Rage tightened around her heart before a deep pain settled over the aching wound as though a blade pierced her.
Staring back at her was the gold of her father’s company logo painted across the side of several containers used for transatlantic shipping.
All the prayers she’d whispered in the dead of night for her father’s soul were for nothing. Deep in her gut, the truth sat, putrid and rotten. On some level, she knew, but now she had proof.
Her father was a criminal.