CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Jessica
I glanced about, wondering about hidden cameras or microphones, then positioned the flash drive at the USB port and paused to consider before I shoved it into place.
I accessed the flash drive and found several folders. I opened one that said “Invoices.” This displayed an array of files. Word and PDF documents.
At random, I double-clicked a file. It was an invoice for drilling equipment. I shook my head and tried opening another. Geologic surveys.
“What the . . . .?” I shut my mouth. If the room was bugged, I didn’t want to clue anyone in on my thoughts. Were these people drilling around fault lines? Planting explosives? Mining uranium? Is that what Selby’s part in all this was?
