CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTEEN – WARRANTED ARREST

But Lance wasn't about to let her wriggle free, not this time. With a sharp gesture, he motioned for the security footage to be played, the grainy images flickering to life on a portable monitor. There, in vivid detail, was the evidence of Dr. Foster's depravity – scenes of her berating and manipulating patients, of her obsessive fixation on Kayla, of the sheer cruelty she had inflicted upon the woman Lance loved. As the footage played out, a hush fell over the assembled crowd, broken only by the occasional gasp or murmur of horror. Even the security guards seemed taken aback, their impassive masks slipping as they bore witness to the depths of Dr. Foster's transgressions. Finally, when the last damning frame had flickered across the screen, Lance stepped forward once more, his expression a mask of righteous fury. "You see, Foster? Your carefully constructed web is unraveling, layer by layer. There's nowhere left for you to hide, no more shadows to lurk in." Dr. Foster's eyes blaz