Arrested

Angelia walked back to the infirmary, her head held low. Jamison noticed her distress. ‘Angelia, you look pale.’ ‘I’m fine.’ She turned her gaze to the other eight doctors, clenched her fists, and announced in a loud voice, ‘The drug test had been called off.’ Surprised murmurs rippled through the room. ‘What? Why?’ ‘Because I’ve identified the culprit who stole the drugs and killed Whitney.’ Angelia took a deep breath. ‘It’s Callista Hawthorne.’ Callie’s head snapped up. What? ‘It’s not me!’ she protested, her voice firm, although she felt a growing sense of dread. Angelia couldn’t hide her satisfaction as she witnessed the other doctors’ reactions. The collective gasp of surprise was music to her ears. Even better, she saw two of the doctors turning their suspicious gaze towards Callie. In that moment, Angelia felt a sense of victory. Callie had always been the darling of everyone, cherished by Elias, Jamison, Dylan, and many others. But look at her now. Angelia relished the satisfac