Sam's POV

Sam stared at the satchel laid on his desk.

"What do you want me to do with it?" he asked.

The smell of it was gagging him. He wanted to cover his mouth, but that seemed mildly unprofessional.

The two women who had accompanied Ophelia knew the nature of his relationship with her. Still, it seemed important to maintain some semblance of professionalism.

"I don't know. Start a witch hunt," Lilac suggested, clearly a joke.

"I don't think that would ...