Nora had intended to check on the victim's physical condition, but it was getting late and she had no official jurisdiction here, so she just glanced through the window and left.
Returning to the room, she found the same officers from earlier waiting for her.
"Dr. Hayes, we were just looking for you."
Nora knew instantly that they had cracked it.
She quickly stepped inside, shutting the door firmly behind her. "What did you find?"
"Based on our investigation, today's incident is officially being ruled a tragic accident."
The lead officer laid out their findings from the entire day.
After reviewing the street cameras and the influencer's raw livestream footage...
They confirmed there was exactly a five-minute gap between the two falling planters.
After questioning the patients in the surrounding rooms, they verified that those five minutes were exactly how long it took the perpetrator to go into the neighboring room, grab another planter, and bring it back to the window.
"Are you saying he threw the planter from his room, walked next door, stole another one, and then threw that one too?"
"Yes."
"After interviewing the hospital staff, we learned that this patient exhibited this exact stereotypic behavior while institutionalized."
"It functions as a stress-relief mechanism for him."
"The psychiatric facility provided video evidence showing the patient performing this exact repetitive action at specific times every single day."
"Today, it just happened to be 'time,' so he pushed whatever he could find out the window."
"Ah..."
It was an incredibly unexpected twist.
Nora couldn't help but look at Nathan.
His dark eyes were cold and unreadable. He didn't look surprised by this conclusion at all.
Unable to read his thoughts, Nora pressed her lips together and asked, "So, ultimately, this case..."
The officer shook his head. "No criminal charges can be filed."
Before she could ask, Nathan spoke. "I have a theory, but I don't have any hard evidence to back it up yet."
The corner of Nora's lips twitched upward.
She walked over, sat down, and poured herself a glass of water. "Funny. I have a theory too."
Their eyes locked mid-air, a silent current of understanding passing between them. At the exact same second, they both said: "The website."
As the words echoed in the room, Nathan chuckled softly.
"You're brilliant, Dr. Hayes."
Nora glared at him playfully.
"It's just basic logic."
There was no such thing as this level of coincidence in the real world.
First, Nora's car gets tampered with, followed by a psychiatric patient turning himself in and miraculously dying from Paraquat.
Next, she goes downstairs for lunch and is nearly pulverized by a falling flowerpot.

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