Chapter 4

The basement air was thick and filthy. I leaned against the wall, listening to Charlotte's sharp laughter fade down the hall, while my fever worsened and the lash wounds on my back stuck to my clothes. With shaking fingers, I felt for the miniature recorder in my pocket.

Every word Charlotte had said was recorded loud and clear. But it still wasn't enough. A man as obsessed with appearances as Richard would only get rid of her quietly. What I wanted was the Wynn family ruined beyond repair.

The long night finally passed. The iron door was kicked open, and…