metal table from Detective Rodriguez. Mark and Eleanor were

blet across the table. "This is the video your mother mention

essed

e me, dressed in my surgical scrubs, standing over my father's open chest. The cam

od pulsed onto the surgical field. The monitors in the video started blaring alarms. The figure in the video panicked, fumb

erfectly construc

" I whispered,

bbed. "We saw it. We were i

"You were watching me have a brea

out the "damning video," started chanting. "Murderer! Murde

They had found a look-alike. They had faked an entire

cutting through Eleanor's fake cr

at me, unimpres

as supposedly filmed. I was in the scrub room, and then in the hallway. There

time codes, the

sional. She's making thin

ez said, a flicker of professional c

Eleanor's hatred boring into me. They hadn't expec

nity, an officer came in and whispered to R

ge confirms it. At the exact time the OR video shows you botching the surgery, you were on c

anor. "Which means this O

ense it almost made me dizzy. The truth

ing, unaware of the development.

ecovered quickly. Her eyes, fil

ger at me. "She's a liar! A witch! She probably doctored th

Miller," Rodriguez

's the surgical tools! They were sealed and sent for analysis right after the 'incident.' They have her fingerprints all over the

louder. Their anger, momentarily confused, was

, the one I dropped, and used it in their staged surgery. My prints would be on the weapo

ant faces. They thought t

hands flat on

tled even myself. "Fine. Let's talk about all of it. I'm going to prove what you did. I'm goi