Cora had already sold one friend out in return for her freedom, so what was going to stop her from doing it again? She had also known Nick a lot longer than this other girl. Nick had been like a brother to her and still she signed that piece of paper without a moment’s hesitation the second time he had found her. Rogan remembered it as if it had happened weeks, rather than years ago. * * * “Do you really think I need more money, Cora? Come on, you’ll have to do better than that. I own this city. You aren’t able to buy your freedom from me,” Rogan said as he circled the chair Cora was on like he was tying her up with invisible rope and reining in her options. Cora sat there in a frustrated rage, never taking her eyes off him until he moved behind her. “Just use a bloody lie detector like any fascist would. You don’t need me!” she shouted, making a move to stand up but a strong, restraining hand pushed her back onto the hard wooden chair.
