pageant dress and striking a pose. âWhereâs Aunt Aggie?â he asked.
âSheâs gone to the hospital to see how Stan is doing.â
He set the picture back down. âHow is he?â
âI donât know,â she said. âNews hasnât changed. All we can get is that heâs still in a coma. His parents donât want me there.â
He slid his hands into his trouser pockets and settled his troubled eyes on her. âWho would do this? Itâs so weird. Stan was just at the house yesterday. He looked great. And he did a great job with Mom and Dad, Celia. You would have been so proud of him. He did what I havenât been able to do in all these years. He brought them around.â
âUntil this morning, when they reverted back to believing the worst about me.â
âTheyâre in shock, Celia. We all are.â
âTell me about it.â She rubbed her temples and shook her head. âThe police questioned me for hours this morning, trying to reconstruct yesterdayâeverywhere Stan may have eaten. David, did he eat anything when he was visiting yesterday?â
David thought for a moment, then shook his head. âNo, he didnât eat anything. Cook brought out some cookies, but if I remember, he didnât take one. He mentioned having a sour stomach. He did drink some tea, but so did we all, and it all came out of a common pitcher. The police were still there when I left. Guess they have to test every place Stan was yesterday. Isnât arsenic the poison you can get from eating almonds or something?â
âNo, thatâs cyanide,â Celia said. âDid you see him eating almonds?â
âNo, but I thought maybe he had picked some up on the way home. Did the police check his car for fast-food bags or anything?â
âYes, they checked everything.â
âWell, maybe there was a receipt in there that would tell us where he stopped, what he might have boughtâ¦â
âTheyâre working on tracing all those leads, but his car was pretty clean. There wasnât much to go on. It was after midnight before he got really bad,â Celia said.
âThen it would have to be something he ate at home, wouldnât it? Just before he went to bed. Are you sure he didnât get up after you were asleep and eat something?â
âHe didnât feel well when we went to bed. I donât think he would have eaten. Besides, theyâve tested the food we had in the house. Nothing had arsenic. No, wherever he got it, it wasnât at home,â Celia said with certainty. âHe got it on the road somewhere. During my trial, there were toxicology experts who said that arsenic could take up to twelve hours to work, so he could have gotten it almost anytime yesterday. But itâs not a coincidence, David. Two of my husbands would not be poisoned with arsenic by accident. Somebodyâs trying to kill him, and weâve got to find out who it is before they pull it off.â
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A cross town, Jill Clark sat at her desk, rubbing the ache at the back of her neck as she held the phone to her ear. Someone at Judge Spencerâs office in Jackson, Mississippi, had put her on hold almost ten minutes ago, but still, she waited.
While the Muzac played out an organ rendition of âSweet Caroline,â she scanned the legal pad on which she had taken copious notes at Aunt Aggieâs house. Celia had easily answered all of her questions, holding nothing back. It was as if she thought that giving her enough puzzle pieces would help her to see the whole picture and quickly clear things up.
The Muzac stopped, and Jill sat up.
âJudge Spencerâs office.â
Frustrated, she rolled her eyes. âI was on hold for the court reporter,â she said. âIâm calling in reference to a case Judge Spencer presided over. Jackson versus Celia Porter. It was six years ago.â
âHold,
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