Chapter 18 - Evelyn’s Cold Mask Finally Cracks Under Police Interrogation
Inside the sterile federal interrogation room, the fluorescent lights buzzed softly above Evelyn’s bowed head.
The cold veneer of high-society entitlement had completely melted away, leaving behind an exhausted, cornered woman.
“I want a deal... I want immunity or a reduced sentence in exchange for naming the higher-ups,” Evelyn whispered hoarsely.
The federal prosecutor leaned across the metal table, resting his chin on his hands with a skeptical, unyielding expression.
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“You are the top of this domestic chain, Evelyn; unless you have international syndicate connections, you have nothing to trade,” he replied.
Evelyn shuddered violently, realizing that her decades of manipulation had finally trapped her in a cage of her own making.
