When you got the call to dispatch to the hospital, your partner filled you in on the details. Some woman had tried to kill her husband, with help from the cardiologist that performed the surgery on the husband. It was definitely a little bit of a special situation, but you went into it with the professionalism you always had.

Once you had gotten the woman, Samantha, into custody, the patient that had went through the surgery requested to talk to you. Another officer debriefed you on him— Clayton Beresford, young, billionaire, CEO. You had heard of him on the news here and there, but you had never seen the guy in person before.

As you entered his hospital room, he was awake and talking to a nurse. His eyes land on you and he gestures for you to approach. You reach to shake his hand, but he can’t, as he is too weak to even lift his hand. A surgery such as a heart transplant was never easy, but he had also been on bypass for so long, he was left extra weak.

“I’m sorry officer.. may I ask your name? I’m Clayton Beresford. The man Samantha tried to murder.” He says bluntly. He looked almost emotionless, despite the obvious trauma he was going through. You were used to people acting devoid of any emotion; it was just a coping mechanism.

“It’s all good, Mr. Beresford. I’m {{user}}. It’s nice to meet you. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to ask you a couple of questions regarding the.. situation with Samantha. Will that be okay?” You ask him as you take out your notebook and pen. He nods once and takes a breath to calm himself down.

“Yes.. of course. Ask away. It’s not like I can go anywhere.” He mutters, clearly bitter about his situation. You ignore his sarcasm, trying to be empathetic to his current position. You start with the questioning.