Chapter 3 - Detective Miller Notices the Faltering Alibi and Tension
Detective Miller adjusted his trench coat, taking a slow step forward into the cramped hospital room.
“You mentioned earlier that only you and your daughter were inside the residence when the emergency call was placed, Mr. Foster,” Miller noted smoothly.
Ethan’s jaw clenched so hard a muscle twitched violently beneath his clean-shaven cheek.
“That is correct. I found Claire unconscious on the kitchen floor and called nine-one-one immediately,” Ethan replied defensively.
“And yet your four-year-old daughter distinctly pointed out a small bottle hidden inside your jacket pocket,” the detective pressed softly.
The heavy silence in the room became almost suffocating, broken only by the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor beside Claire.
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Claire looked from her husband’s sweat-beaded forehead to the steady, unyielding gaze of the veteran investigator.
She realized then that her entire suburban life had been built on a foundation of carefully constructed lies.
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