13 NoraNora checked her notes. “Your husband got sick the day after you met with the plastic surgeon and found out he’d gambled away all your savings.”
“An unlucky coincidence for me,” Hunter retorted.
“According to the police investigators,” Hunter added, “eating arsenic would’ve made him start throwing up. I was the only person who was with him right before he got sick. Only I could have given him the arsenic.”
Nora tapped her pen against the legal pad and reviewed what Hunter had told her.
“So according to the investigators,” she summarized, “you discovered you were broke. The very next day, you acquired arsenic and administered it to Garth that evening. He died eleven days after you met with the surgeon. Twelve days after you’re supposed to have poisoned him.”
She glanced up at Hu
