Charlotte laid the folder on Felix's desk again the next morning—same evidence, this time with a treatment plan on top.
Felix's eyes were bloodshot. “He's already at the hospital. They're flushing his system."
Charlotte nodded. “Good. Keep every lab report. Chain of custody matters."
He dragged a hand down his face. “You should've told me sooner."
“I did," she said. “You were busy remembering my crimes."
Felix flinched. “That's… fair."
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Zach sat in the hospital bed, IV taped to his arm, staring at the muted TV. Charlotte pulled up a chair.
“How's the food?" she asked.
“Better than Lisa's," he said without looking at her.
“That's a low bar," she replied.
A ghost of a smile crossed his face, then faded. “I can't believe she—"
“You don't have to finish that sentence," Charlotte
