Rose paced the tiny motel room, her expensive boots wearing a path in the cheap carpet. The walls closed in on her, yellow from decades of cigarette smoke, spotted with water stains. How had it come to this? She, Rose Lewis, hiding in this filthy place while her sister lived in luxury.

The TV blared the noon news. Rose turned up the volume when she heard the words "Kane Industries."

"The annual Phoenix Foundation charity gala will proceed as planned ...