“No.”
His smile vanished.
“What’s wrong with you?”
I stared at him.
“What did you put in my tea?”
He didn’t answer.
I took a step backward.
“I had it tested.”
For the first time, Daniel looked genuinely frightened.
Not angry.
Not offended.
Frightened.
“You did what?”
“I know something was in it.”
He looked toward the office, then back at me.
“Margaret, listen to me.”
“No. You listen to me. I know about the insurance. I know about the forged documents. And I heard what you said about my husband’s estate.”
His face became completely still.
Then he did something I will never forget.
He laughed.
It was the same laugh I had heard at the charity auction, when I struggled to open that jar of jam.
Warm.
Familiar.
Almost affectionate.
“You really should have stayed out of my office.”
The words were so calm that they frightened me more than shouting would have.
