Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

"I... I didn't. I didn't poison her!" Sophia was essentially being put on the spot.

Silas disregarded her denial. He continued in a deep, cold voice, "At that time, you panicked. You fled from the crime scene. But you forgot to take this medicine bottle with you.

"That year, the victim's death was determined to be a suicide. This made you let your guard down. You never went back to the scene to double-check.

"The Beckett family figured that it was bad luck that someone had died in that room. So, they ended up locking the room up. Unexpectedly, this unintentional decision has helped the police preserve the crime scene to this day.

"This medicine bottle used to contain the victim's depression medication. It was placed by her bedside. Its contents were swapped out. But there was some drug residue in the bottle.

"We lifted samples for testing and found that it wasn't fentanyl. It was cyanide."

Cyanide?

That was the most poisonous of all poisons! Coming into contact with it would be sufficient to cause death, let alone ingesting it.

The room was in an uproar.

Sophia was vicious indeed!

As a murderer, she was now able to understand how it felt to be wrongly accused. She was hysterical. She tried to

I didn't use that to poison Anne! You're

on the medicine bottle. If I have made false accusations, please explain why that was

in his eyes. He continued to put pressure on her. "Let me recount the sequence of events in this crime. First, you entered Anne Bartley's room. Then, you came up with an excuse to get her

were afraid that your crime would be exposed. Hence, you threw Ms. Bartley from her balcony. You staged the scene as though she had committed suicide by

was at

the table and rose to his feet. "Let me remind you, Ms. Kirkman, that Ms. Bartley is now buried at East Side Lyon Cemetery. We can exhume her body for an autopsy with

remaining, we can conduct tests to ascertain whether her demise

That's not true!

the metal railings. Her eyes were bloodshot. Like a mad woman,

the one who wanted to hit me. So, I fought back! I

cat was finally let out

accused. Pressuring her

did if she was truly innocent and free of guilt. It wouldn't have mattered how others accused or