My organic jade mist tea, a present from Ariana, smelled more like bitter almonds. The power of suggestion: Cyanide was more familiar to me than the poison Virgil mentioned in connection with Keith’s murder. I’d read somewhere that cyanide had an almond smell, but that not everyone had the gene t...
Virgil said, as he drove my car toward my home. Easy for him say. My home might even now be harboring an intruder. What if someone was there, hurting Bruce at this moment? How could I be sure the guy had left? Or that he wouldn’t come back for regular visits? “Are you spacing out?” Virgil asked. ...