Arthur Mendoza — The Morgue Wedding Mystery
Detective Chen pulled a chair to my bedside.
“I need you to take this slowly,” she said.
“What is the last thing you remember clearly?”
“Our wedding reception.
Leticia handed me my glass.
It had our names engraved on it.”
“Did anybody else drink from it?”
“No.”
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