The meeting room was small and sterile, with a table bolted to the floor and cameras monitoring from the corners. Jessica sat handcuffed to a metal loop on the table, the orange jumpsuit making her look washed out and older than her years.

"Five minutes," the guard said before closing the door behind me.

I remained standing, arms crossed. "What do you want, Jess?"

She tried for a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "You look good. Success suits you."

"Cut the small talk. We don't have much time."

Jessica sighed, the handcuffs clinking as she shifted. "Miller sold me out. After everything we've been through, he's saving his own...