Laura Lowell didn't answer. Instead, she pulled a few photos from her bag, set them on the table, and slid them in front of Phoebe Sterling. "You should recognize the person in these, shouldn't you?"
"Who's this? Why would I know the person in these photos?"
Phoebe Sterling's voice was sharp, but her rapidly paling face betrayed her guilt and panic.
Laura Lowell's fair, slender fingertips tapped lightly on the table. The hint of a smile on her lips was bone-chillingly cold.
"I know you must have been acting on someone's orders when you pushed my mom off the escalator. If you're willing to name the person behind it all, I won't press charges against you."
Phoebe Sterling's hands twisted nervously together under the table. 'I made sure to wear a disguise, so how did Laura Lowell still find me?'
'I'm completely blacklisted in the industry now. If I rat out Raina Lynn, I'll truly have nowhere left to turn.'
