Poisoned!

Catching a suspect was a bit more difficult than I anticipated. The detectives made it clear that since she didn’t have a direct hand in everything that happened, we only had circumstantial evidence and we needed to ascertain if she really does have white hair or a tattoo on the back of her neck.

I sighed before placing my head in my hands.

“Miss Dare, is something wrong?” my head shot up at the intrusion. I had forgotten that I was in a meeting. I huffed and sat upright allowing the wrinkles on my white chiffon shirt to straighten out.

“No, please continue,” I said and gestured to the man standing behind the wooden podium to keep talking.

I tried to continue listening but I just couldn’t get the thoughts out of my head. The person who wanted me out of the company was in the room and I just needed a way to get them. Even if we managed to get her, she would only be charged with assault because according to the detectives, the suspect hasn’t tried to physically hurt me. My eyes found th