Chapter 13 - The Jailhouse Threat
Inside the Rose M. Singer Center on Rikers Island, Evelyn sat in a small visitor room behind thick bulletproof glass.
She wore an orange prison jumpsuit, her long dark hair unwashed, her eyes sunken with exhaustion and spite.
Senator Donald Sterling sat on the other side of the glass, holding a black telephone receiver to his ear.
"You need to hang on, Evelyn," Donald said, his voice tight with controlled panic.
"The federal judge refused bail, Dad!" Evelyn shrieked into her receiver, slamming her fist against the glass.
"Liam has the Cayman ledgers, and the FBI is freezing our offshore accounts one by one!" she yelled frantically.
"I have hired a team from the syndicate to handle Liam directly," Donald revealed in a dark, venomous whisper.
"They will ensure Maya never makes it to the witness stand next month," the Senator promised.
Evelyn’s face twisted into a grotesque, malicious grin as she leaned closer to the glass.
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"Make her suffer, Dad," Evelyn instructed coldly. "Make her pay for every second I've spent in this cell."
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