The detective strode past the suspects he’d ordered the police to round up.
“I’ve called you all here because you are all suspects in the murder case of Henry Flare. He was found dead in his home last night, when his wife came home.”
Standing before the detective were Lucida Flare, Henry’s wife, the manager of the Burger King where Henry had had dinner that night, his maid, and his boss.
“Mr. Streven, you are the manager of the Burger King where Henry had dinner last night. Correct?”
“I don’t know,” the handsome man said. He looked like a movie star, the kind of guy no one would expect to work at Burger King. “I don’t know every single one of my customers! What makes you think I poisoned him?”
“Calm down, Mr. Streven. You’re only a suspect.”
“Mrs. Gillman, how long have you been working for Henry?”
“1 year.”
“Ah, yes. Long enough that you would know when he sleeps, what kind of pills he takes, and such? Long enough to know how to sneak him a poisonous pill?”
Mrs. Gillman began to sweat violently.