The fluorescent lights in the precinct waiting room cast a harsh glow over the room.
Maya sat on a hard plastic chair, her hands clasped together so tightly her knuckles had turned white. Every few seconds, she glanced anxiously toward the holding cells, silently praying for her sister to walk through the door.
Across the room, Chloe Vance paced restlessly.
She dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief, pretending to cry whenever someone looked her way.
To anyone watching, she was the loyal childhood friend devastated by Elena’s arrest.
Only Chloe knew the truth.
She believed her plan had worked.
What she didn’t know was that someone else had turned her petty act of jealousy into something far more dangerous.
Something she could no longer control.
The sudden sound of footsteps made
