The room fell completely silent except for the steady hum of the hospital monitors and the sound of footsteps approaching down the hallway.
A hospital security officer appeared in the doorway, followed only moments later by Detective Miller from the local police department.
Detective Miller had been waiting in the lobby because I had alerted him the instant I entered the hospital parking lot.
“Mrs. Ferguson, I would like you and your two sons to step out into the hall so I can ask you a few questions,” the detective said with a no-nonsense tone.
Patricia’s face hardened into a mask of pure, vicious hatred.
“You have no idea the kind of fire you are playing with,” she growled at him.
Detective Miller looked over Abigail’s bruises before meeting the woman’s eyes with unmistakable disgust.
“I think I know exactly what I am doing,” he said, motioning for them to come with him.
