The digital voice recorder was all it took to shatter whatever pretense of loyalty remained between Ethan and Madeline.
The recording blared down the hallway and into Madeline's interrogation room next door. Someone had deliberately turned the volume all the way up.
Every word hit her like a hammer.
Her face went from deathly pale to bluish, then to a sickly gray as she teetered on the edge of a complete breakdown. Her body began shaking uncontrollably. She clamped both hands around the metal arms of the interview chair, her fingernails scraping across the surface with a piercing screech.
"You goddamn i***t, Ethan!" Furious, she kicked the heavy metal table in front of her. The impact boomed across the room. Pain shot through her foot, making her jerk, but she ignored it and kicked aga
