Mrs. Joyce Allen sat at her ornate mahogany desk in her opulent study, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the room, she had been released but under probation and nothing felt the same.
Noah refused to talk or even look at her, her name had been on the lips of everyone and anyone on the streets of Texas, it had also been in the magazines, oh how times had changed — from being in the magazine for having one of the most envied estates and lives in the city and country at large to being looked at as a probable murderer and criminal.
She would have never expected this, not in a million years. The news of Xu's murder had hit her like a ton of bricks, but the shock had quickly given way to something far more insidious: a deep, gnawing suspicion that someone was trying to frame
