Still, Ambrose Ward was in no hurry. He turned back at the doorway, gave Serena Frost an unreadable smile, and said in a tone that carried more weight than warmth, "Ms. Frost, get some proper rest. I look forward to hearing what else you can offer us tomorrow."
The door clicked shut behind him.
Serena Frost stayed where she was, eyes fixed on the wood grain, her pulse refusing to settle. Long after his footsteps had faded down the corridor, the storm inside her chest kept turning, restless and unanswered. Just who, exactly, was Ambrose Ward?
So many names. So many ranks. And he had moved through them like a man walking through tall grass, parting it with the back of his hand. He had ordered detentions without flinching, opened files without pausing, and not once had she seen even a flic
