"Webster!" Jill shouted, desperate to halt his retreat, but Webster never glanced back as he bolted away at breakneck speed.
Rage boiled inside Jill. *What the hell is wrong with Webster today? First he shows up to interrogate and question me, then he chases after Sallie right in front of me. How did everything go so sideways?*
Fury darkened Jill's expression, and combined with her current disheveled, chaotic appearance, she resembled a vengeful spirit hungry for destruction. *Whatever went wrong, I'll never allow Sallie to snatch away everything that rightfully belongs to me.*
After a moment's consideration, she activated her phone's camera. She arranged her most pathetic expression, positioning her bruised, swollen cheek prominently in the frame, then captured the shot.
The image portrayed her as an innocent victim who'd been brutalized and desperately needed someone to rescue her.
