CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Stella was woken early the next morning by the shrill ringing of her phone. It tore her from her fragmented dreams. Even though she’d been exhausted, she’d had difficulty getting to sleep. Surprisingly, after the dinner with Maxwell, she had struggled with nightmares. She’d dreamed of falling asleep nestled against him, only to wake, screaming, as she turned to face the staring, empty eyes of her ex-fiancé, the blood spatters dark on his greenish-pale skin.
Stella grabbed her phone, glad that its sound had ripped her out of this emotionally shredding cycle.
It was Spencer Glenn, the pathologist, on the line.
“Agent Fall? Sorry to call you so early. I just got the toxicology results from Mrs. Jardine’s tests.”
The tox results? Stella sat up, excitement sharpening her fo
