In an interrogation room of Silicone Valley Police Headquarters.
Two detectives sat across from Kelsie.
One of them was typing into a computer while the other questioned her.
"According to what we know about you and the late Charlotte Hastings, she’s a teacher at your children’s school. Is that true?"
Kelsie raised her eyes to stare through the interrogation glass for a mont, then she shifted it back to them, her lips muttering calmly, "I want my lawyer."
They stared at her, brows scrunched up in intense anger.
It was her right, after all, so even if they squeezed the truth out of her here, they wouldn’t be able to prosecute her with it.
So, putting aside their brimming hatred for this cruel ’murderer’, she was given an opportunity to call her lawyer.
The door to the interrogation room was kicked open thirty minutes later, and Jane Peterson hurriedly strolled in.
"My client was arrested over an hour ago. Why wasn’t I inford the minute it happened?"
"The booking and..." The second officer was on the verge of explaining when Jane gritted her teeth and interrupted.
"I don’t care about your booking! Unless she waived her right to have an attorney, you are obligated to let her reach an attorney of her choice!"
Kelsie, who hadn’t said anything other than "I want my lawyer," relaxed back in her seat and scrutinized the detectives.
From the mont she was arrested, booked, and brought in for interrogation, she hadn’t shown a single sign of fear or distress.
People broke out in cold sweat just being brought into an interrogation room. Yet this woman—who committed murder—was so calm about it.
No wonder she was able to commit such a heinous cri and almost get away with it.
Seeing how she relaxed back to peer at them, their anger rose and the one behind the laptop picked up a pen to point at her.
"Hey, the evidence against you is pretty solid. Even if you’ve made preparations for soone to take the fall, you won’t get away with this."
"Frankly, it’s in your best interest to tell us in detail what you did to Charlotte Hastings, plead guilty, and maybe the judge will reduce your sentence!"
Kelsie glanced at Jane without a word.
It didn’t take her long to understand what Kelsie was implying.
She stepped into the room fully and dropped her handbag on the table before speaking to the detectives.
"My client chooses to exercise her right to remain silent. If you have anything to say to her, say it to , and I’ll convey it to her."
Bang!
The one with the laptop slamd his fist against the table, shooting to his feet as he growled, "Pull whatever stunts you want to, but I will get to the bottom of this."
"And when I do, you better hope you’ve found a way to rig the whole story, or you’ll find it easier to claw your way out of a clogged toilet than the hole I’m about to dig for you!"
Jane Peterson gritted her teeth.
"I said—my client has chosen to exercise her right to remain silent during this interrogation."
"This is imploring you for the first and last ti to convey whatever you have to say to her, to ."
Though enraged, there was nothing else they could do in a situation like this. So they gave up for the ti being and got to their feet to leave.
"I would like to speak to my client in total privacy, so turn off the mic once you’re outside. And bear in mind—if anything we discuss leaks, I will be suing the entire departnt for invasion of privacy." Jane spoke calmly, raising her eyes to et their glaring ones.
Before putting out an arrest warrant for Kelsie, they had already done their howork. They knew who her lawyer was and they knew better than to ss with her.
Though curiosity was killing them to know what would be discussed and they needed more solid proof than just the fingerprints found on the body, if they eavesdropped, not only would it be dismissed in court, they’d be giving Kelsie a free ticket out of prison.
Inside the interrogation room, Jane waited a full minute before turning to Kelsie, her eyes dark with intensity.
"Do I have anything to be worried about?"
Kelsie touched her aching wrist.
The officer who had her arrested put the cuffs on so aggressively they were digging into her skin right from the beginning.
After a while, she stared into the blinking cara in the corner of the room and shook her head slightly, "Not that I know of."
However, to Jane, such a response ant two things: either Kelsie did the cri but was confident she wouldn’t be caught or she didn’t do it at all.
She had handled countless clients and knew one thing for sure—most people in situations like this lied with every breath.
Believing soone was innocent just because they said so was foolish. So she had to prepare for the worst.
After reminiscing about the information her firm gathered before she rushed here, she h thinned her lips in slight relief.
"The public doesn’t know about your arrest yet. And given how they’re hoarding you, this seems to be a case the police can’t let go."
"It screams high profile. Yet they’ve told the public nothing. We’ll use their fear of public knowledge to our advantage. You keep quiet no matter what they say and let take care of everything."
Kelsie nodded and watched her get up to leave.
After she left, she exhaled lightly and lowered her eyes.
The whole kidnapping situation had rattled her, forcing her to focus completely on the children and her surroundings.
So when Keira inford her that her teacher had left, she hadn’t thought much of it. She assud Charlotte couldn’t handle the pressure and bailed.
But thinking of it now, could it be Charlotte was bailing, not out of fear from her, but from soone else?
Soone else.
Could it be...
The door to the interrogation room was pushed open, and one of the detectives walked in, holding her ringing phone.
He stood behind the chair opposite her and waved the phone in her face for several seconds before speaking up, "You seem to be a busy woman, Ms. Sutton. Oh, what am I saying? You’re a mother of three who once worked at the top hospital in the country."
"Tou quickly beca the city’s most beloved doctor after working at Haven’s dical Center for six months before you left to open your own practice."
"It’s barely been three months since you started, but your inco shows you’ve already raked in almost a hundred million. You must have very special clients."
"Now, think about the patients you operated on who might still need you. Internal bleeding after surgery happens a lot and people seem to die from it."
"You haven’t had a single death since you began. Don’t continue being stupid and end up with two deaths on your hands."
Kelsie listened silently, unfazed.
Chuckling, the detective dropped her phone on the table, then leaned forward to peek at it.
Scratching his chin, he shrugged. "Nurse Molly has called at least a dozen tis in the past thirty minutes. Why would she be that frantic if sothing wasn’t wrong?"
"Ti is ticking, Dr. Sutton. I may just be right about one of your patients having internal bleeding. Own up to one of your cris before another catches up with you."
But Kelsie wasn’t bothered.
She had given Molly a strict instruction long ago: unless it was very urgent, never call her more than three tis.
If it was a dical ergency—call six tis, then imdiately arrange to have the patient taken to another hospital.
Personal calls, however, could be a dozen as it usually ant sothing involving her children.
If she didn’t respond, only then should Molly call Jett.
As Kelsie turned away from the blabbing detective, Molly took the phone down from her ear and winced slightly before glancing up at the man in the reception area—wearing a Lincoln hat and dark sunglasses.
"She’s not answering. If it’s a dical ergency, you should try another hospital."
Behind the sunglasses, the man scanned the reception.
The Madam had been living such a hard life all these years.
No wonder the Master hadn’t known peace ever since she suddenly ran off.
Taking out a rather plain card, he pushed it toward her.
Molly took the card, turning it over in confusion only to confirm it was really blank.
"Give it to Ms. Fletcher. She’ll know what to do." The butler voiced out dismissively, then turned around to leave when Molly imdiately pushed the car toward him.
"Ah, no. I knew you weren’t in the right place when I saw you walk in here."
"What?"
"I’m sorry to tell you this, but the owner of this practice doesn’t have the last na Fletcher. It’s Sutton."
The butler’s eyes imdiately fell.
Did she leave already?
He didn’t want to raise his Master’s hope any more than he already did, so he turned around and left without asking about this Dr. Sutton.
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