Jolie woke early on Monday morning aware she was awake even before the men. It wasn’t even four-thirty, she realized as she crawled out of the bed and saw the display on Brix’s phone near the bed. She made her way to the bathroom and did her business. While washing her hands and staring in the mirror she knew despite the resolve she had felt Saturday night and Sunday morning, going into work was going to be difficult.
She had a thought of Macey with her overdone hair and too-tight blouses and felt sick to her stomach. She knew the team had made her death look like a suicide in a jail cell which wasn’t being watched well enough, yet, in her heart she knew it was her decision to end the woman’s life which was the truth. She had taken another person’s life and in the quiet dawn of the mornin
