I was peering out the window when I saw it - a woman with long hair tumbling down to the ground, surrounded by a spreading pool of crimson. Looking back to where she''d fallen from, there was no one in sight.


    Below, the gathering crowd let out shrieks of horror. ncing down again, I caught someone pointing up at me, shouting, "The killer, the killer''s still up there!"


    Almost reflexively, I ducked away from the window, thinking to dash downstairs to see what was happening for myself, but I ended up face-to-face with the cops.


    "Mnie, stop right there! You''re under suspicion for the murder of I. You are being detained. Drop anything you''re holding!"This text is property of N?/velD/rama.Org.


    Four officers had me surrounded in no time, and I was so stunned I couldn''t even move.


    One of the female officers stepped forward, took the coffee cup from my hand, and sealed it in an evidence bag before pping handcuffs around my wrists.


    It was surreal. Just a dayter, and I was back in an interrogation room at the police station, this time with handcuffs on.


    I tried to exin that I had only heard I''s voice and hadn''t actually seen her. They could check the surveince footage, I said.


    But the cops just sneered. "The hospital''s surveince system was down for upgrades today, during your husband''s emergency. You must have heard that."


    I racked my brain but couldn''t recall any such thing.


    "No, I didn''t know about that. My husband was in surgery; why would I care about the hospital''s surveince?"


    "Mnie, cut the act! We have concrete evidence against you. Even without the footage, we can prove you killed I! You are the murderer!"


    It was the middle of the night, and the halls were deserted.


    The fifth floor, where the patient rooms were located, was especially quiet, with no staff at the nurses'' station to vouch for me.


    Then the police produced a phone with a pink case.


    "This is I''s phone. The kidnapper, Jarvis, has been using this to contact you."


    "I don''t know any Jarvis, and I didn''t have I''s contact," I protested, panic setting in. Where was all this evidenceing from?


    But as I remembered I hadn''t done anything, a calm settled over me. I had to clear my name; I couldn''t stay locked up here.


    If Clyde didn''t wake up, the Laird family would surely take action soon.


    And by then, even if I could prove my innocence and Clyde woke up, it might be toote.


    They handed me the phone, and I was shocked to see messages from Clyde''s number to I''s phone.


    The messages outlined where to


    take her after the kidnapping, even instructing Jarvis to bring her to the hospital today. There were threats too, warning him toply or " would harm his daughter,plete with a photo of a little girl


    Staring at the unfamiliar child, I was lost. What was going on?


    “No, I don''t know Jarvis or this girl. And Clyde...Clyde was sedated at the time, in surgery."


    "And why would I have the kidnapper bring I to the hospital? It doesn''t make any sense!"


    I tried to reason with them, but the cops seemed unswayed.


    "It makes perfect sense if you were using Clyde''s phone while he was unconscious."


    "And Jarvis'' daughter was found in an apartment registered in your name. What do you have to say now?"


    I was dumbfounded, speechless. Someone was framing me, but who?


    All I''d been worried about was Clyde; I hadn''t checked if his phone was with him.


    Then it hit me. "Ka was at thepany stealing files today. I have surveince footage as proof, and thepromised material is from her family''s factory!"


    "She could have essed my home, stolen my jewelry to give to the kidnapper. It must be her! She drugged Clyde!"


    My thoughts were scattered, but I tried toy out everything I knew.


    Anything could help prove my innocence.


    "I never even met I. You can check fingerprints or DNA; they''ll show I''m innocent."


    "That only proves your suspicion," the officer countered, pulling out a report. Forensic rushed a DNAparison. We found your hair and skin cells on I''s body, and even traces of your perfume."


    "Mnie, I''d advise you to give up hope of escaping this. It''s better to confess early - you know the drill. Think it over carefully!"


    Left alone in the interrogation room, I waspletely bewildered. How could this happen?


    After hours of repetitive questioning and my repeated denials, I was exhausted.


    Finally slumping in my chair, I muttered weakly, “Officer, I had cancer surgery recently..."


    As I began to lose consciousness, I thought I saw the door open and someoneing in to uncuff me. Through the crack in the door, it seemed like Vinson was there.


    I wanted to smile at him, but I didn''t have the strength. Slowly, I closed my eyes.