Chapter 8 - THE INTERROGATION ROOM
In the adjoining holding cell, Evelyn sat on a stainless steel bench, her royal blue gown rumpled and ruined. She glared at the heavy iron door as it swung open, expecting her team of high-priced defense attorneys.
Instead, Maya walked into the room, wearing her grey hoodie with the hood pulled down, her red hair shining under the stark fluorescent lights. She sat on the metal chair opposite Evelyn, completely unbothered by the harsh surroundings.
"How does it feel to sit in a cell, Evelyn?" Maya asked softly, leaning her arms on the table. "It's quite a change from your Hamptons estate, isn't it?"
"My lawyers will have me out on bail by sunrise, Maya," Evelyn sneered, trying to maintain her arrogant posture. "And when I get out, I will destroy every single thing you love."
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Maya leaned closer, her bruised face settling into an expression of terrifying serenity. "You already destroyed everything I loved when you ordered the hit on my father's car twenty years ago."
Evelyn froze, her sneer instantly melting into a look of genuine horror as she realized how much Maya truly knew.
