If I went back to the house tonight and refused the tea, he would know I suspected what he was doing.

If I drank the tea, I would lose the ability to speak clearly before Attorney Lin could protect my property.

My hands shook so badly against the steering wheel cover that the three sheets of paper rattled against the plastic dashboard.

I folded the report into four neat squares and slid it deep under the rubber mat beneath my driver’s seat.

The gravel crunching under my tires as I pulled into the mansion driveway sounded louder than usual.