She had never seen a dead body, much less watched a person die. She supposed it should be all in a day’s work for a police officer, but she was quickly finding out that she had a lot to learn about her own job. She couldn’t rush to Alton’s aid — that would look ridiculous. And she couldn’t go poking around the back of the house to see if she could find Diane or Jonathan or some other society member gleefully rubbing their hands together with a vial of poison in their pocket. Clare wondered if Cloutier had passed along her suggestion — or if anyone had thought of it themselves — and had an antidote kit at the ready. Rory leapt up and flapped around his grandfather. Clare couldn’t tell if he was helpful or in the way, but she could sympathize with his need to be doing something. The crowd knew the score. Some of these guests would have been at the Working Child benefit, and they were all aware of the recent political deaths.
