"What the hell is this?" He didn't answer and I didn't expect him to since the question was rhetorical. It was very obvious what I was looking at. I felt in turns sick to my stomach and pissed way the fuck off.

I didn't quite get why Mancini would want me to get involved with something like this, what any of it had to do with Caitie and I, but it didn't seem to matter. What I was looking at wasn't exactly something you could just turn away from.

I got sucked in that ...