Chapter 10 - THE HUSBAND’S ARRIVAL
Before Miller could take three steps back toward Trauma Room Three, the elevator doors at the end of the hall chimed loudly.
David Vance stepped out of the elevator, wearing his immaculate navy blue suit and a face carved from pure, manufactured grief.
Several reporters from local Chicago news stations trailed closely behind him, cameras rolling continuously.
"Mr. Vance! Mr. Vance! Is it true your wife was the victim of a targeted hit-and-run?" a reporter shouted, thrusting a microphone forward.
David held up a trembling hand, pausing dramatically for the cameras before speaking in a choked, sorrowful voice.
"Please... respect my family's privacy during this unimaginably difficult time," David pleaded, wiping a fake tear from his cheek.
Detective Miller stepped out from the shadows, blocking David's path down the restricted hospital corridor.
"Mr. Vance, you need to come down to the precinct for questioning regarding this accident," Miller stated coldly, flashing his badge.
David blinked in feigned surprise, staring at the detective with wide, innocent eyes.
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"Questioning? Officer, my wife is dying in surgery, and you want to interrogate me?" David asked, his voice laced with righteous indignation.
"Your company's shell corporation registered the SUV that mowed her down, Mr. Vance," Miller fired back without flinching.
