"I'll cover every medical expense she has from tonight. Whatever treatment she needs, however long it takes. When she wakes up, she can tell you herself what happened," he added. "That's the best proof either of us is going to get."
Emma studied him silently for several long seconds before letting out a low sigh inwardly, her face was still stoic though...
She could tell, anyone with common sense can tell that his behavior didn't match a guilty man.
Neither did the emergency call. Neither did the calm.
But she didn't lower her weapon. But she didn't fire either. She was still at alert.
"We wait for the police," she said firmly. "You do not move."
"I won't," Stan replied.
Slowly, carefully, he lowered himself to the floor several feet away from Amelia and rested his open hands on his knees in plain sight.
The room settled into tense silence.
Six armed women.
One unconscious director.
