The officers called me to their side. I could feel the tension in their faces before they even spoke.
“Ms. Carter,” one of them began, voice tight, “the reason you were attacked… it’s connected to your company.”
I frowned in confusion, my company?.
“They blame you,” the other said, “for the death of a family member. They say it was caused by the medicine your company produced so they had been following you to take revenge.”
I stared at them, unable to process.
That subtle, uneasy feeling I had been ignoring for days, the one that made my skin crawl and every instinct scream that something was off, it all clicked into place.
They had not been random attackers. They had been watching me, stalking me with plans to finish me
“I… which......what medicine?” I asked, trying to keep my vo
