Chapter 9: The First Witness
Chapter 9: The First Witness
Detective Laura Bennett stared at Michael Donovan.
"Michael?"
His eyes were already closed again.
The cardiac monitor continued its steady rhythm, but he gave no further response.
Dr. Amelia Brooks rushed into the room moments later with two nurses.
"What happened?"
"Someone disguised as a nurse tried to get to him," Bennett replied.
Dr. Brooks quickly checked Michael's IV line.
"The syringe never reached him."
She let out a relieved breath.
"He's safe."
Bennett picked up the discarded syringe with a gloved hand.
"Forensics will want this immediately."
A crime scene technician sealed it inside an evidence bag.
"If there are fingerprints or DNA, we'll find them."
Bennett nodded, though she suspected the attacker had worn gloves.
Professionals rarely made simple mistakes.
Within the hour, the entire hospital was placed under lockdown.
No one entered.
No one left.
Every employee was required to present identification.
Daniel Reyes coordinated dozens of security officers throughout the building.
As they reviewed the hallway cameras, one detail caught his attention.
The disguised nurse had entered through the staff elevator.
The elevator required an executive-level access card.
Daniel immediately called Detective Bennett.
"The attacker used another executive credential."
Bennett frowned.
"Whose?"
Daniel looked at the access log.
His expression turned grim.
"Charles Whitmore."
Meanwhile, Charles Whitmore sat in his downtown office watching the evening news.
The anchor reported the attempted assault inside Carter Memorial Medical Center.
No names had been released.
Charles quietly muted the television.
His assistant knocked on the door.
"Sir?"
"Yes?"
"The police called."
"What did they want?"
"They'd like you to come in tomorrow morning."
Charles smiled calmly.
"I expected that."
"Should I contact your attorney?"
"Already done."
He stood and buttoned his suit jacket.
"If anyone asks, I spent the entire evening here."
His assistant hesitated.
"You left for lunch."
Charles looked at him.
"Did I?"
The young man lowered his eyes.
"No, sir."
The following morning, Marcus arrived at the hospital before sunrise carrying fresh flowers for Khloe.
She smiled as he entered.
"You didn't have to."
"I wanted to."
He placed the flowers beside the window.
"How are you feeling?"
"Better."
She gently rubbed her stomach.
"The baby kicked all night."
Marcus laughed softly.
"Our little fighter."
Khloe became quiet.
"Marcus..."
"What is it?"
"I'm scared."
He sat beside her.
"Of what?"
"What if they try again?"
Marcus took both her hands.
"They won't."
"You can't promise that."
"No."
He looked into her eyes.
"But I can promise they'll never reach you."
Before she could answer, there was a knock on the door.
Chairman William Carter entered.
He looked more serious than either of them had ever seen him.
"We need to talk."
Marcus immediately stood.
"What happened?"
William closed the door.
"Someone tried to kill Michael Donovan last night."
Khloe gasped.
"Is he alive?"
"Barely."
Marcus frowned.
"Did he say anything?"
William exchanged a glance with Detective Bennett, who had entered behind him.
Bennett answered quietly.
"He identified someone."
Marcus's expression hardened.
"Who?"
"Charles Whitmore."
Silence filled the room.
Khloe looked stunned.
"Vice Chairman Whitmore?"
William slowly nodded.
"I've trusted him for twenty-three years."
Two hours later, Charles Whitmore walked into Police Headquarters accompanied by his attorney.
He appeared relaxed.
Detective Bennett greeted him professionally.
"Mr. Whitmore."
"Detective."
She escorted him into an interview room.
Charles folded his hands.
"I understand you have questions."
"We do."
She placed several photographs on the table.
"Can you explain why your executive access card was used last night?"
Charles barely glanced at them.
"My card never left my wallet."
"We've heard that before."
He smiled politely.
"Then perhaps your security system has a cloning problem."
Bennett remained expressionless.
"Perhaps."
She slid another document toward him.
"We also have a witness."
Charles looked at the paper.
"A witness?"
"Michael Donovan identified you."
For the first time, Charles paused.
Only for a fraction of a second.
But Bennett noticed.
"My attorney advises me not to respond to statements made by an unconscious man."
His lawyer nodded.
"My client denies all allegations."
Bennett closed the folder.
"This conversation isn't over."
Charles stood.
"I never expected it would be."
Later that afternoon, forensic technicians completed testing on the syringe recovered from Michael's room.
The report arrived on Bennett's desk.
She read it once.
Then again.
No fingerprints.
No DNA.
Exactly as expected.
But there was something unexpected.
The syringe contained a powerful medication normally used to stop severe cardiac arrhythmias.
In the dosage prepared...
It would have caused cardiac arrest within minutes.
The death would likely have appeared natural unless doctors performed specialized toxicology tests.
Bennett slowly leaned back in her chair.
Whoever planned this understood medicine.
Very well.
At Carter Memorial, Dr. Brooks reviewed the toxicology report.
Marcus stood beside her.
"So the attacker knew exactly what they were doing."
Dr. Brooks nodded.
"This wasn't random."
"They intended to make Michael's death look like a medical complication."
Marcus looked toward the ICU.
"Someone with medical knowledge."
"Or someone advised by a medical professional."
Marcus's thoughts immediately returned to the Board.
Hospital executives.
Department heads.
Specialists.
The list of possible accomplices was suddenly much larger.
That evening, Daniel Reyes rushed into William Carter's office carrying another folder.
"You need to see this."
William looked up.
"What is it?"
Daniel handed him a payroll report.
"I started reviewing Charles Whitmore's financial records."
William frowned.
"You found something?"
"Not exactly."
Daniel pointed to a series of monthly transfers.
For the past eighteen months, Charles had quietly authorized consulting payments to a private technology company.
The company employed exactly one person.
Michael Donovan.
William looked confused.
"Michael worked for our IT department."
"Yes."
"So why was Charles paying him privately?"
Daniel looked directly at him.
"I don't think Michael was working for Charles."
"What do you mean?"
"I think Michael was being paid to keep quiet."
The room fell silent.
William slowly closed the folder.
"If that's true..."
Daniel finished the thought.
"Then Michael didn't steal the flash drive."
"He took it because he finally realized what he had been helping to hide."
William nodded grimly.
"And someone decided he knew too much."
At that very moment, Michael Donovan's heart monitor began beeping faster inside the ICU.
His eyes slowly opened.
This time...
He didn't lose consciousness.
He looked at the nurse beside him and whispered clearly,
"I need to speak to Chairman Carter... before Charles gets here."
The nurse immediately pressed the emergency call button.
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Michael was finally awake.
And he was ready to tell the truth.
