Carys had walked into that margin like a tourist, confident and ignorant, and she had gotten lucky only in the sense that Gethin had collapsed near a phone and I happened to be his wife.
An hour later or a less-qualified doctor on call, and her greed would have been a homicide.
She thought she was being clever.
She was being catastrophically, arrogantly stupid with a human life, and the only reason it was an attempted crime and not a completed one was an accident of timing and the fact that the dull housewife she’d sneered at happened to be a toxicologist.
“You tried to poison my son,” Bronwen screamed, and lunged, and hospital security caught her before she reached Carys.
Chapter 11 — The Officers