“A weird one, that’s for sure. I’ll never forget it. Used to only hear about it in fairy tales.”
I pause as something occurs to me like a bolt of lightning. “It was wolfsbane, wasn’t it?”
She nods. “That’s the one. Aconitum. Poor guy drank it that afternoon and had no idea what was in his system. Judging by the damage to his heart, he went into cardiac arrest the same time that bullet ripped through his chest. Lucky shot, but an unlucky guy.”
“How do you know he drank it?”
“Stomach contents. He didn’t eat much that day, but he had coffee in his stomach. Judging by the amount, the timing of his death matched up with the digestive timing of the coffee, I figured he drank a cup of poisoned coffee sometime around four or five in the late afternoon. Just one, too, because otherwise, he woul
