All eyes in the cold, grey room shifted to Baroness Augusta. The silence was heavy, broken only by the low hum of the overhead lights. Fredrick's accusation, "She told me to do it," hung in the air like smoke.
For a long moment, Augusta was completely still, her face a pale, frozen mask. Then, a sharp, angry breath escaped her lips. For the first time since she had arrived at the headquarters of the Criminal and Justice Division, she spoke. Her voice was high and strained, like a wire pulled too tight.
"Are you out of your mind?" she snapped, her eyes blazing with fury as she stared at Fredrick. "So now you are going to put this on me? After everything?"
