"We won't seek the death penalty."
"Death… penalty?" Ashley repeated, staring at Julius in disbelief.
Then she laughed.
"To me?" She shook her head. "Why don't you pull out the rest of those inch-thick papers, Julius?"
Her brows rose as her eyes narrowed.
"I don't mind going through every single one of them. But if there's one thing I can tell you, it's this—you're barking up the wrong tree."
"I'm no saint, but I had nothing to do with anything you just mentioned." She leaned forward and rested her forearms on the cold metal table, bringing her face closer to his. "Whoever you're after—and whatever your reason is for doing this—you'll never catch them if you keep following the wrong trail."
Deep down, her curiosity over how this information had landed in Julius's hands only intensified.
What was the intention behind it?
The fluorescent light hummed above them as they held each other's gaze.
Then the door flew open.
"I can't believe you people!"
