CHAPTER 93: POINT OF CONTACT

~ MARIA BELGRAVE ~

David and I sat in the hospital room. I felt rough, as if I fought with an eager bear. We had proof now that someone had poisoned me. Police investigating Jacqueline questioned if I made up the attempts on my life. It's the proof, not exaggerated. Though, I think they wondered if one officer thought I might have poisoned me for attention.

I didn’t know when someone would poison me. It could have been anytime.

“No, David, I remember a little after dinner. Everything gets hazy after I sat down and started talking to your aunt. I thought the night went going well. Could have someone dropped something into my dinner? Or would it have been before that? Or in my coffee?” I didn’t know when. I wasn’t familiar with the chemical, and I lacked experience in the research side of the business.

“The poison’s slow acting, so it’s not in the coffee. The police suspect your contact was at home or work. Can you imagine how it could have h