Paul gave a single nod.

“Then he can explain why that key fit the casket.”

A nurse wheeled the linen cart past us.

Paul stepped aside to let her by, then raised one finger.

“One more thing.

The label on the sedative bottle in the kitchen didn’t have Chloe’s name on it.

The detective’s got the bottle.”

“Victoria kept a bottle tucked behind the vase,” I said.