“Samantha,” she said, her voice dropping into that chilling, patronizing drawl.“You always were an uncivilized woman.
Running that pathetic botanical nursery, smelling of soil and compost.
You think you can assault a county official in my home?
One call to the state attorney and you will rot in a state hospital for the criminally insane.”
I walked around the perimeter of the table, stopping beside Garrett’s empty chair.
“The state attorney was arrested forty-five minutes ago by federal marshals in Richmond,” I said softly.“His offshore holdings in Belize were linked directly to an illegal chemical disposal syndicate operating under Harrington Logistics.”
Evelyn’s polished facade cracked for a split second.Her fingers tightened around her cashmere shawl.
“You’re lying.”
“Check your phone, Evelyn.”
She snatched her gold-cased phone from the table, unlocked it, and froze.Her inbox was a cascading red waterfall of system alerts.
ASSETS FROZEN BY ORDER OF THE UNITED STATES TREASURY.
