Bianca looked down in horror at the large photographs, three of them, which had fallen onto the large table. They showed a woman in openly compromising positions, with different men. The woman in all the photographs was the same.

SHE WAS LOOKING AT HERSELF.

BECAUSE IN  EVERY PHOTO IT  WAS BINACA.

She sank to the leather armchair, her hand going to her mouth in silent horror, unable to make a sound. Barry, who had come in the minute he heard that she had received an ...