Chapter 5

Within twenty minutes, blue and red lights flashed against the exterior windows, casting eerie shadows across the dining room.
Two state toxicologists in sterile white coats carefully transferred the gourmet entrée into a secure biohazard container.
A preliminary chemical test strip turned a violent, fluorescent purple within seconds of touching the sauce.
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"Cyanide derivative, Mr. Vance—a lethal dose that would have caused cardiac arrest within three minutes of consumption," the lead scientist reported.
Clara collapsed back into her velvet chair, her face draining of every last trace of color until she looked like a corpse.