She went there with a couple of henchmen to help her look for anything concerning Carter. Vaughn didn’t bother to pick the lock, she just broke in. She preferred efficient brutality to discreet precision. As soon as she was inside, Vaughn spotted a small desk with several drawers. She threw the drawers to the floor one after the other. She delegated the searching task to her subordinates, and turned back to the desk. After a minute, Pete and the others started giggling like teenagers. Vaughn granted them a deadly gaze and they stopped immediately. “Get back to work,” she barked, snatching the pictures from their hands. “There’s nothing here, ma’am,” Pete said. “Only unpaid bills, and homemade porn.” “That’s because you’re not searching properly, you useless idiots,” Vaughn spat bitterly. She turned back to the desk with a despising sigh. She moved a few papers to find a little book. Intrigued, she peered into it and discovered a list of addresses in alphabetical order.
