Meanwhile, the interrogation room at the police station was all harsh, blinding lights.
Reese sat in a metal chair, squinting at the glare overhead.
Across from her, a detective slid a statement across the table, his voice serious.
“We know you went into Mr. Ratcliff’s hospital room before he lost consciousness. There are witnesses who saw you stay there for a while.”
He leaned in, eyes sharp. “You should just tell the truth. Did you mess with Mr. Ratcliff’s oxygen line?”
Reese looked up, calm and steady. “I didn’t touch the oxygen line. I didn’t hurt Mr. Ratcliff. I’m not answering anything else until my lawyer gets here.
“If you really think I did something, show me the evidence.”
She knew better than to say more. The more she talked, the more they could twist her words. The only one who could protect her now was her lawyer.
The detective kept pushing, trying to get her to slip up, but Reese just repeated, over and over, that she wanted her attorney.
Eventually, the police gave up and stopped the questioning for now. They put her in a holding cell to wait for what came next.
The cell was bare, just a thin metal cot and a single chair.
Reese sat down and closed her eyes, but her mind wouldn’t stop replaying everything that had happened these past few days.
Mr. Ratcliff in a coma. Robbie twisting the truth. Sebastian closing in, not letting up. Jane refusing to back off.
She rubbed her forehead, but even with all that, there was no regret in her heart.
She had no idea how much time had passed before the door finally opened. A police officer appeared, his tone softer now.

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