A Medical Examiner's Revenge Chapter 2

Just then, a cybercrimes officer practically kicked the interrogation room door open.

"Detective! The data extraction report is back. The photos were absolutely downloaded from Ryan's phone!"

"And... we managed to recover a deleted social media post using forensic software."

He tossed a few printouts onto the table.

It was a photo of me standing next to an operating table. The table was draped in a stark white sheet, and you could clearly see a pair of bare legs protruding from beneath it.

The caption read: "Observing and learning. Unlocking new experiences!"

Detective Miller's face turned lethal. He glared at me with absolute, murderous disgust.

"Look at this. You took this, didn't you?"

"Do you have any concept of patient privacy?! Are you even fit to wear a doctor's coat?!"

I stayed silent for a few agonizing seconds, then nodded slowly.

"I took it."

Detective Miller ground his teeth together, practically spitting his next question:

"Who is the person in this photo?"

"I don't know."

I wasn't lying. By the time they arrived at my department, most of them were John or Jane Does.

"Are Chloe's photos on your phone?"

I shook my head firmly.

"I never took a single photo of her!"

"Then why the hell are you taking secret, naked photos of women?!" Detective Miller demanded, slamming his fist on the table.

"It's a strict requirement for my job."

The second the words left my mouth, Chloe lunged across the table and delivered a ringing, vicious slap across my face.

"Shut up! Ryan, you are a monster! You took naked photos of me, and you have the audacity to sit here and claim it was for 'work'?! What kind of sick 'doctor' needs to take filthy pictures like this?!"

"You probably cataloged them so you could sell them on the dark web!"

The slap caught me completely off guard. My ear was ringing.

The officers snapped back to reality and quickly pulled Chloe away, but the looks they shot me were filled with undisguised revulsion.

I struggled against the handcuffs, raising my voice.

"I'm not lying! The people in those photos are—"

Before I could finish, a massive commotion erupted out in the precinct hallway.

The heavy door was violently shoved open, and a middle-aged couple stormed into the room.

"It's him! You animal! You took naked pictures of my daughter and posted them online! Now the whole world has seen her naked!"

"How the hell is she supposed to find a decent husband now?! What kind of man is going to want her?!"

"If you don't go to prison today and pay us half a million dollars in emotional damages, we will literally destroy you!"

Chloe's mother jabbed her finger aggressively in my face, screaming at the top of her lungs, before lunging forward trying to claw at my clothes.

Her father’s eyes were bloodshot, looking like he wanted to rip my throat out with his bare hands.

"My daughter was going to marry into a rich family! You ruined her entire future! I'm going to kill you, you sick bastard!"

If the officers hadn't physically restrained them and pinned them against the wall, they would have ripped me to shreds.

Chloe stood in the center of the room, crying hysterically, playing the perfect, tragic victim as she watched the cops shield me.

"You're protecting him?! Look at how many nudes are on his phone! How many innocent women has he victimized?! You need to investigate him!"

"If he doesn't go to prison today, I'm going to jump off the roof of this building to prove my innocence!"

The hallway outside the interrogation room was packed with people they had dragged along to create a spectacle.

Every single person glaring at me looked like they wanted me dead. Phone cameras were shoved aggressively toward my face.

"That's him! The pervert doctor! Does he have zero professional ethics?!"

"The cops have literal undeniable proof and they still aren't locking him up?! Did his rich daddy bribe the police department?!"

"Scum like him deserve to die! Throw him in a cell and lose the key!"

Seeing the situation rapidly spiraling into a full-blown riot, Detective Miller had no choice but to pull out his handcuffs to appease the mob.

"Ryan Miller. You are under arrest on suspicion of invading a citizen's privacy and distributing explicit materials. You are being detained."

Staring at the cold steel cuffs snapping shut around my wrists, I finally couldn't hold it in and shouted:

"I am not guilty!"

"The people in those photos aren't even alive!"