"Go on. I've got this," Rosemary said, her voice steady as a rock and her expression unflappable.
The lead investigator and the stenographer exchanged worried glances. "Ms. Rose, just be careful,okay? We're right outside if you need us," they cautioned.
Rosemary nodded in affirmation.
Once the two had left the room, Yolanda glared at Rosemary with eyes blazing with hatred, as if she wished she could strike her dead right there and then.
"Don't say I never gave you a chance," Rosemary suddenly declared, producing a small folding knife from her jacket and tossing it before Yolanda. "I won't fight back. You've got three minutes."
Yolanda eyed the knife on the ground, her mind racing with doubts about whether this was some sort of trap Rosemary had set.
"You wanna kill me, right?" Rosemary taunted with a disinterested tone. "Here's your shot."
Yolanda wasn't about to let an opportunity slip by. She was already locked up, and her charges were heavy enough to put her on death row.
