OSWALD and Vincenzo pushed open the heavy door to the dimly lit room. Inside, Queen and Rob sat apart, Rob with his arms folded across his chest, head down, while Queen perched on the edge of a wooden chair, her hands wringing in her lap.

The moment the door swung open, Queen’s head snapped up. Her hair, once sleek and perfect, now fell in disheveled waves around her shoulders. Her eyes, once fierce and calculating, were rimmed red and puffy. She looked nothing like the radiant heiress she used to be, but instead it was just a shadow, a frightened girl dressed in a crumpled blouse that looked slept in....