Vance stiffened, but Rebecca stayed eerily calm.
“Kimberly swore it was passion fruit lemon juice,” she said. “How did it turn into mango juice? Did she spike it, or did someone swap it? And Vance, who did you tell about my allergy?”
Catherine went white as a sheet, but before she could say anything, Rebecca pressed on. “Who locked the door? There are surveillance cameras; a quick check will clarify everything, unless it’s tampered with or deleted. All things considered, involving the police is necessary. I’m calling them now.”
The two were ready to protest, but she continued, “This was attempted murder! Anyone blocking me is in on it!”
Colors drained from Catherine’s face, while Rebecca glared at Vance. “I was almost burned alive at your company, and you’re against calling the police? Covering for someone?”
“No, it’s not like that.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “You’re suspecting Cathy?”
Her jaw tightened. “I’m not suspecting anyone. Just want the truth. No one can stop me here.”
“No, I didn’t,” Catherine sobbed. “How could I harm her?”
Vance gripped Rebecca’s shoulders. “Exactly! She wouldn’t…”


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