Chapter Fifteen

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Ethan's POV

I glanced back at Emma as I climbed into the police car. I hated leaving her at this time, when she needed me more than ever. I frowned as I saw Caleb standing next to her, he hadn't spoken to us for weeks and now he was with her. My stomach dropped as I dreaded the thought of him being alone with her. I knew what he was like and I knew that, even though she tried to hide it, she felt something for him. Although I was comforted by the fact that she would have someone to take care of her.

Eventually we reached the police station and followed them inside.

"This way." a detective told me as she led me into a room.

"We need to speak to you about the murder of Susan Keyes." she said after we'd sat down.

"What do you want to know?" I asked her.

"I've looked at her notes, and have seen that you treated her on Friday the 18th, is that correct?" she asked.

"Yes." I said.

"Tell me about the treatment." she stated.

"She sprained her wrist so I gave her some Codeine for the pain." I told her.

"How much did you give her?" she asked.

"3mls." I said quietly.

"Which you then recorded on her records?" she questioned.

"Yes." I answered.

She looked at me and raised her eyebrow skeptically.

"The post mortem shows that Mrs Keyes died from a Codeine overdose." she stated.

"What?" I whispered.

"You don't seem very surprised." she said.

"I am surprised." I protested.

"Did you open a new vial of Codeine?" she asked me.

"Yes, so it couldn't have been contaminated." I told her.

"I see." she frowned at me.

"Okay interview terminated." she said sharply.

"We're going to remand you in custody for a while so you'll need to be searched." she added.

She led me into a room and watched as a police officer checked my pockets. I gasped as they pulled out the Codeine vial.

"What's this?" the detective frowned as she looked at it.

"I put it back in my pocket after I gave some to Susan, there was an emergency so I must have forgotten about it." I said nervously.

"And left it in your pocket until Monday?" she frowned.

"It must have been in my scrub top when I changed Friday night and then I put it back on this morning." I explained.

She watched me closely. I could tell from her face that she didn't believe me. I was beginning to panic, what if I had made a mistake, and ended up going to prison for years.

"I'll show you to your cell." the policeman stated, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I sighed and followed him with a heavy heart.

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