TWENTY
Forcing open the heavy office door, Tulsi stepped inside and used her whole body to push the door back into its frame. Svana was on her side in the middle of the floor, facing away from the entrance.
Tulsi sighed. Fortunes changed so quickly. The innocent weren’t safe and the guilty could triumph. Nothing was certain.
Just a day ago, Svana was in a position of power holding her captive with Coombs, now she was the subdued prey.
Walking around her slowly, Tulsi examined the woman, waiting for a sign of awareness. Her eyes were open, but she didn’t give any signal of being conscious anyone else was in the room. That or the youngster was just out of fight. Tulsi could identify with that sense of futility. Even if Svana wanted to fight, what would be the point? Ripp was bigger than
