"My life... why is it so bitter? Why is it always me?"
The muffled sounds of Violet Ross’s distress filtered through the wall, a raw, jagged sequence of emotions. It began with the sharp, trembling gasps of a woman fighting a losing battle against her own fury, then dissolved into the low, hollow sobbing of someone who had finally been broken by the weight of her own world.
Ambrose Ward sat on the edge of his bed, his brow furrowed in the dim light of his room.
He hadn't heard Morgan Lewis’s specific words—the man’s voice was a low, predatory rumble—but he didn't need to. Based on Violet’s frantic, desperate responses, the picture was clear. Morgan was leaning on her again, demanding that she act as his "eyes and ears" within the Joint Investigation Task Force. When she had refused, sta
