Margaret’s eyes moved toward the door.
Ruiz noticed.
“So did I,” I said.
He stepped in front of it.
“No one leaves.”
Margaret lifted her chin.
“You cannot hold me without cause.”
“You struck a patient in front of her newborn child,” Ruiz replied. “The room is under continuous video monitoring.”
Her confidence fractured.
She looked toward a dark glass dome in the ceiling corner.
The camera.
In a hospital suite designed for high-profile patients, security footage was standard.
For the first time since entering the room, Margaret seemed to understand that the story would not belong to her.
A knock sounded.
