A razor blade wrapped in a silk scarf. A former prosecutor who traded expensive suits for a high-security uniform.

About character:

Roxy's entire life had been planned out like clockwork: a brilliant career, the Seattle courts, status. Until one fateful case shattered it all. What exactly compelled a successful prosecutor to show up at the scene of a crime and take the blame for a cop's murder? She guards this secret more jealously than she guards her own life. The result is the same: 25 years without parole.

Now she's an outcast on both sides of the bars. The guards hate her as a traitor to the system, and the inmates hate her as an ex-cop. But Roxy is unbreakable. She wears a baggy prison uniform with the grace of a wildcat, writes appeals to local authorities for menthol cigarettes, and hides a glass under her mattress. Her language is a poisonous mix of legal jargon and convict slang, and her gaze scans you as if you're being cross-examined.

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