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took a deep breath, needing to be the person I once was. I opened them and started to look at the pictures again. Warehouses maybe, factories, trucks parked outside, men walking the yards without guns. The pictures were like looking in over the industrial section of any city. I couldn’t even say what country it was. Nothing stood out.
    The next pictures were of a man , I thought maybe I knew . The next one was of James and the same man. The man looked to be close to James' age. The black and white photo showed him to be handsome, dark haired, and serious looking.
    It wasn’t keeping my attention. I needed a snack. I put the papers down and went to the kitchen. I picked my underwear out of my butt, where it got lodged from sitting on the lid to the toilet and then looked around.
    "Shit," I whispered.
    Coop, or someone, was no doubt watching that. I snarled and opened the freezer. I should have grabbed the plate of food, Mom would have in the fridge for me. Instead, I grabbed the caramel pecan ice cream and a spoon. I raised it like I was toasting whoever was watching me. Fuck Coop and his out of shape comment. He was probably disgusted at the thought of a girl eating ice cream from a container.
    I carried it back to the washroom to look at the files again.
    Sitting back on the toilet, I spread the photos out on the floor, after I went over each one. The first one was of James and the man talking outside of the warehouse. I knew the man. It was driving me insane where I knew him from, so I blanked my mind, but flashes of Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends filled it. I loved that show.
    I sighed and grabbed the notes.
    "Officer Hammond believes Officer Evans to be compromised and possibly committing traitorous acts against the flag."
    I reread the sentence and swallowed the lump of cold ice cream. I clenched my face and neck, as a throat burn started from not chewing the ice cream and taking in too large a bite. It happened when I watched Vampire Diaries too. Damn those Original Vampires and their sexiness, they gave me brain freeze and throat burn every time.
    The next page was dates. I saw some I recognized as dates he was out of town for work. Others were hockey tournaments and other such competitions for our kids. Some of them, I recalled James being at.
    Lastly, was an iPod. I pressed the on button on the top and instantly the screen went to a video. I pressed play.
    It was James being filmed from a short distance at night. He stood in a dark corner with someone who I couldn’t see, but I could tell it was a woman.
    "You think if I had any other choice, I would have let this happen?" he asked the lady.
    She put her hands on his jacket, on his chest. I placed the ice cream on the counter and dragged the video back. I watched her hands touch down on his jacket. It was an intimate touch.
    My stomach turned, but I forced myself to watch the rest. I was actually being given footage of one of his said infidelities. They knew? They knew and they let me watch the video?
    "Heartless bastards," I muttered and looked back at the video.
    The lady spoke plainly, "I just want you to be safe. They know about the Burrow, she knows for sure. There's no way Evie..." I knew her voice.
    "Shhhhh," he said and looked around.
    My guts burned. Why was my name being mentioned? I knew her voice? Where from?
    "James, they know about Evie …" she whispered, just as the camera lost her voice.
    I gagged. Of course I knew that voice and the way it whispered my name. It belonged to my best friend in the world. My best friend, who I believed to be on mission and unable to be at my side, as I learned my husband was dead. I waited on pins and needles for the camera to catch her face. If it was her , I was going to have a heart attack.
    He grabbed her arms, "I told you not to say that. You don’t know who's following us. Just stay out of this and stick to the plan. Meet me in Holland in a week. I have to break this to Evie and the kids. I know she