I grew it in my greenhouse next to the heirloom tomatoes.
It produces a neurotoxin that shuts down the sodium channels of the human heart in less than twenty minutes.
It leaves no trace in a standard post-mortem toxicology panel.”
Evelyn stared at the jar, her pupils dilated with absolute, suffocating terror.“You’re going to poison us…”
“No,” I said, putting the jar back into my coat.“That would be mercy.
That would be quick.
That would be an ending.”
I turned toward the double doors.
“The federal transport van is idling at the end of your driveway.With them are three agents from the Federal Bureau of Investigation, two investigative journalists from the Washington Post, and six state troopers who weren’t on your payroll.”
I stopped at the threshold and looked back over my shoulder.
“You’re going to spend the next forty years in a concrete cell wearing bright orange cotton, Evelyn.You will eat slop off plastic trays that no one has bothered to clean.
