AT JAILThe air inside the visitor's room at the jail smelled like floor cleaner and old sweat. Maya sat on a cold plastic chair, her skin crawling. She hated being here. Every time she heard a heavy door slam or a buzzer ring, she jumped."I can't believe we’re here," Maya whispered, looking at the thick glass in front of her. "If anyone sees us, it’s over. The news will have a field day.""Be quiet, Maya," Sherry snapped. Her mother looked perfectly composed, even in a place like this. "We are here to get the information we need. Now, look sharp."Arthur Sterling walked into the room on the other side of the glass. He looked terrible. His expensive suit was gone, replaced by a rough orange jumpsuit. His hair was messy, and his eyes were bloodshot. He picked up the phone, and Sherry did the same."Arthur," Sherry said, her voice like ice."Sherry, thank god," Arthur rasped. "You have to get me out. The lawyers... they say the evidence is too strong. Elias, that bastard, he turned ove
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