Chapter 8: Caught in the Act
Victoria slipped past the nurses' station and entered Eleanor’s dimly lit room. The heart monitor beeped rhythmically. She pulled a syringe of insulin from her purse, enough to cause a fatal heart attack, and approached the IV line.
"Goodbye, old bat," she whispered, preparing to inject the lethal dose.
Suddenly, the room lights flared to life.
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"Drop it, Victoria!"
Arthur stepped out from the bathroom, followed by two armed police officers. The bed was empty—just pillows arranged under a blanket. Eleanor had been safely moved to another floor hours ago. The syringe slipped from Victoria's trembling hands, shattering on the hospital floor.
