Gray spent the trip over fuming, looking at pictures, and then fuming again. He was incredibly angry. He wasn’t quite sure if he was angrier at Angie for getting involved with idiots like Anderson in the first place, Marowitz for giving him the pictures, or himself for just swallowing the whole damned story in the first place without even talking to her. As the Cerico drove him back home, he went over the pictures Marowitz had given him.
There she was, in twelve different images, all shot from various angles, various places - the VIP lounge of the Autumn Heights was the only place that he recognized. Others were various hotels, all of them very plush. He looked at them, saw her body in all the many positions that he had imagined her in - and though he did not recognize the places, he knew many of the faces belonging to the men and women she was shown with. Angie’s face buried between the legs of Anita Zeltz of Hydrodyne, whose face was a mask of pleasure. Tied up and drilled from behind by Tom Matsui of Orbital Mechanics, Ltd. The star attraction in a sandwich between Andrew Sczerny of Applied Quantum Technologies and some beautiful girl who looked disturbingly like his daughter. Etcetera. Fucking. Etcetera.