CHAPTER TEN – IN THE HOTSEAT

An hour later, Laura found herself sitting in a stark interrogation room, facing Detective Martinez. The detective was a no-nonsense woman with sharp eyes that seemed to see right through Laura. "So, Nurse Jay," Martinez began, "why don't you walk me through what happened last night?" Laura took a deep breath, trying to organize her thoughts. How much could she say without sounding completely insane? "I was doing my rounds," she began hesitantly. "When I got to Mr. Foster's room, he seemed... agitated. Before I knew what was happening, he... attacked me." Detective Martinez leaned forward. "Attacked you how?" Laura gestured to her bandaged arm. "He... scratched me. And then he... jumped out the window." The detective's eyes narrowed. "Jumped out a third-floor window? And survived?" Laura nodded, knowing how implausible it sounded. "Nurse Jay," Martinez said, her tone sharp. "I need you to be completely honest with me. What aren't you telling me?" Laura felt a bead of sweat for