She immediately thought of Donovan Yarrow in the psychiatric ward. Even under deep hypnosis, he had completely blocked out the events of that day.
It wasn't hard to deduce that someone had deliberately tampered with the memories of key suspects, including Benjamin.
And there was only one person capable of pulling something like that off—Griffin.
Over the past year, every time she tried to dig deeper into the case, Griffin had violently shut her down.
She knew he did it to protect her life, but Charlie's death was a nightmare she could never shake off.
Staring at Benjamin, whose facial features looked so hauntingly like Charlie's, she realized she couldn't just let him die. No matter how much she resented him.
She pulled an unlabeled pill bottle from her bag and tossed it onto the bed.
"This will keep your heart functioning normally for the next six months. After that..."
She paused, letting the silence hang heavy.
"If I'm still alive, and if I'm in a good mood, I might consider giving you a transplant."
With that, she stood up to leave, but Benjamin grabbed her sleeve.
"If only for Charlie's sake, you have to stay alive."
She jerked her arm away, her expression hardening.
"Nobody dictates my survival but me."
Watching her walk away, he called out, "Not even Andres White?"
Her only answer was the sharp slam of the door.
Zane was pacing the hallway. Seeing her dark expression, he rushed over.
"Miss Vance, how is he?"
Zane and Maeve went way back. He knew perfectly well how much weight her words held with his boss.
Because of her, Benjamin had ruthlessly discarded Landon Hart's lucrative alliance and tossed away Nevaeh Mendoza, an asset he had spent years grooming.
Facing Zane, Maeve's icy demeanor thawed slightly.
"Relax. He's not going to drop dead anytime soon."

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