“I…I don’t know,” I stuttered again. “I thought something that looked like natural causes.” She shook her head.
“Natural is difficult,” she answered as she leaned back in her chair. “That usually involves some exotic poison and in this day and age with the advances in forensic science you can never be too sure.” She twirled the pen between her fingers. “Suicide?”
“No, no one would buy that.” I answered – my mind swirling at the ease of my response. “He’s too…vibrant.”
“Let me guess, young, rich and handsome? Pretty girls dotted around the place, all at his beck and call, even if they are with someone else?” the air of disdain was clear in her voice.
“Something like that.” I answered. She gave me a wicked grin.
