CHAPTER 182 FORGED FROM PAIN

Jake paced the corner of the suite, and Samantha sat on the couch, her face in her hands. Jake had quickly made arrangements for another hotel suite a bit distant from the last one that was blown up in case the murderer tried to follow their trail. They were still reeling from the effect of the blown-up and what would have been their fate had they not accepted that invitation. Samantha lifted her face from her hand and looked at Jake, who was still pacing. “What is done is done, Jake. There is nothing we can do about it.” He stopped in his tracks, and his gaze locked with Samantha’s. “What are we going to do about your drawings, your sketches, my folders?” “There are always backups, Jake. No backups; we have prototypes.” Jake groaned and resumed pacing, but he was slower this time, his gaze afar. “I’m afraid I have to say this, but I think we have to go back to London,” Samantha added moments later. “But I believe we must do it carefully because this guy must have foreseen our act