Chapter 212:Plotting a murder

The call ended, and Bradshaw exhaled a tight breath as he eyed the door to Sam Benson's room. He and his partner were both determined to uncover the true extent of Ginny Benson's deceptions; and just how far she'd gone to secure her own selfish interests at the expense of her husband's life. It was the only way to ensure that justice was finally served, no matter how high the stakes. Ginny's footsteps pounded a frantic rhythm across the linoleum floor as she paced the length of Sam's hospital room. Her hands twisted together in front of her, knuckles Grey from the pressure of her grip. Every few moments, her panicked gaze would flit towards the motionless form of her husband lying unconscious in the bed. "Why can't you just die?" she found herself muttering under her breath, the words laced with desperation. "Why do you have to wake up now, when everything is finally falling into place?" Her mind raced, replaying the fateful day when she had shoved Sam down the tall staircase in