Chapter 8 — The Name on the Label

The moment the police recovered the vial, Sondra’s story turned again.

Maybe Rhys had found it himself in her purse, she said.

Then: maybe the bottle was mine — maybe I’d mixed the drink before they ever left my house, and she had simply panicked when he collapsed.

She had poisoned my son, and now, without a flicker, she was trying to hand the crime to me.

The lead detective, a calm woman named Sorenson, came into the family room holding a photograph of the recovered bottle.