"The situation is what it is. The prime offender has surrendered to face justice, the evidence is conclusive, and some things simply have to end where they end." Ambrose let a bitter smile settle across his face as he spoke to Victor Sinclair, his shoulders slumping just enough to sell the weight of defeat. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and exhaled slowly, as though releasing something he'd been holding in his chest for days.
If he was going to put on a performance, he intended to play it all the way through without leaving a single c***k. Every gesture, every flicker of emotion had to ring true. Victor had to believe that Ambrose was genuinely stepping back, crushed by forces beyond his control. Only then would the story hold up when it traveled to other ears, other rooms, other phone
