Arnold checked Charlie’s pulse and breathing one more time. Still nothing. No vital signs, no flicker of life. Seizing the moment, Arnold drew his conclusion with a voice loud enough to convict.
"This is murder!" Arnold bellowed, his voice echoing through the suddenly silent room. Every eye turned toward him, searching for an explanation. "Arrest him!" Arnold pointed a trembling finger at James, who stood calmly in the corner.
James didn’t flinch. He allowed the guards to approach him without a single movement of resistance.
Meanwhile, Kimberly knelt by her father’s side, her face a mask of ghostly pale grief. "Dad, I’m so sorry." Regret gnawed at her soul. She shouldn't have let James touch him. She shouldn't have hoped for a miracle from a stranger.
James, however, was silently count
