I ignored Aiden on the ground and Hunter, who had slumped onto the floor.
I turned to Dylan and handed over the final piece of core evidence.
"Dylan," I said, "Aria's plan went way beyond simply swapping the wrong meds."
I pulled up the smart medicine cabinet's records.
"System records show that along with the allergenic drug, she also helped herself to a vial of concentrated sedative, a controlled substance," I continued.
Everyone in the room gasped again.
I looked at Aria, who had stopped playing the fool, her eyes darting nervously.
"Her plan was originally a meticulously timed trap," I explained.
"At 3:50 p.m., she added the allergenic drug to the IV bag for Owen in Bed 12. According to her calculations, the drug would take six hours to kick in, coinciding perfectly with my nig
