Chapter 4 - Detective Ruiz Demands Preston Empty His Pockets
Two uniformed hospital security guards stepped into the doorway, blocking Preston’s path toward the exit corridor.
“You are not under arrest, Mr. Marchetti, but leaving this room with potential evidence is a felony obstruction charge,” Ruiz warned coldly.
Preston looked at the guards, then at Detective Ruiz, realizing he had run out of clever excuses to shield himself.
Slowly, with stiff, reluctant movements, Preston slid his right hand inside his jacket pocket.
He pulled out a small, amber-colored glass vial with a white dropper cap, its label cleanly peeled off by someone in a hurry.
Madeline stared at the tiny bottle, the terrible memory of the warm milk Serena had handed her rushing back into focus.
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“Is that what made me collapse in the kitchen?” Madeline asked, her voice trembling with heartbreak and betrayal.
Preston remained silent, his eyes cast downward as the physical proof of his guilt rested in the detective’s palm.
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