Chapter 8 - The Hospital Encounter
At Bellevue Hospital, Clara lay in a private VIP suite, an IV drip attached to her slender wrist.
Dr. Sarah Vance carefully changed the bandages across Clara’s back, her face grim with silent fury.
"These wounds were inflicted over months, Clara," Dr. Vance stated softly, securing the medical tape.
"It's a miracle you survived without permanent spinal nerve damage," the doctor added gently.
The door to the private room pushed open, and Detective Miller walked in holding a legal pad.
"We just executed a federal search warrant on Senator Sterling's compound in Greenwich," Miller reported.
"We found three more video servers and two million dollars in unregistered bearer bonds," Miller revealed.
Clara sat up slowly, clutching the hospital gown against her chest, her high bun loose around her shoulders.
"Did you find my mother's diary?" Clara asked, her voice tight with desperate hope.
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Miller hesitated, looking down at his pad before shaking his head slowly in the negative.
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