Sammy settled in a chair next to Cain in the hotel conference room and sighed.
Terrance and Amir were typing on their laptops, and Kerry was hand-in-hand with Paul across the table. The cameramen were off to the side, reading the newspaper and drinking coffee. None of them looked particularly happy.
The uneasy sensation in Sammy's gut ratcheted several notches. "What's up?"
Paul leaned forward and tossed a manila folder across the table before adjusting his glasses. "The land itself is the problem. To say it's sinister wouldn't give it enough credit."
She opened the folder to several copies of old newspaper articles and internet searches. "Give me the CliffsNotes version."