sounded reasonable.
That was what made them dangerous.
But the first medical tests showed something different.
Noah and I both had a substance in our systems that neither of us had been prescribed.
The explanation became harder to hold together.
Then came the question about the meal.
Daniel looked toward me.
I reached under my shirt and handed over the sealed bag.
The dinner he thought was gone was now being tested.
The investigation moved quickly after
that.
The kitchen became the center of the case.
The blue plate was no longer just a plate.
It was a timeline.
It showed what had been served.
It showed what remained.
It showed that Daniel’s attempt to erase the evening had left behind the exact detail he needed to remove.
Detectives returned to the
