356 Stolen Identity (1)

Holding her breath, Bree shot a glance at Dawn who appeared nonchalant. Her gaze drafted over Daryn and her lawyers and all of them were equally blasé.

Geoffrey continued. "What do you think, Ms. Bree?"

"A— About what?" she stuttered.

"About the woman who died. Who could she be?" he asked. 

Bree snapped back. "How would I know? Why do you keep asking me this again and again?" 

"Are you sure you don't know?" asked Geoffrey standing with his arms crossed across his chest and narrowed eyes. His eyes pierced hers. 

"Yes, I am sure that I don't know!" she replied angrily. 

Geoffrey nodded. Then he walked to the judge and said, "I would like to cross examine Ms. Erika Trey." 

"Okay," said the judge. He gestured to the clerk to bring the girl online to talk. She was supposed to speak from the hospital ward itself. 

"It isn't right to get her to testify," Bree interjected. "She is too unwell!"