in your coffee so people would think you were sick. Then they could take the house and your company.”

The microphone slipped from Marco’s hand.

Valerie turned pale.

Part 3

The entire garden went dead quiet.

Marco tried to laugh, but his voice shook. “He’s just a child. He imagined it.”

I looked at him calmly.

“No, Marco. He didn’t imagine anything.”

I raised continue reading …