DANIELLE'S POV
"The cause of death was an exchange of Mr. Houston's insulin with a poison that went straight to the pancreas, which was why the autopsy missed it. The person responsible was his brother, and he used his driver to feed him the candy because he was jealous and wanted to have what his brother owned." I said, feeling the fury rushing through me. How could human beings, talk less siblings, do that to each other? If that was the way things were done in the world of the wealthy, I was damned grateful I'd been born far away from it.
Confetti streamed into the room with the pop of a balloon, the sign for our success, and I smiled. "We overthought it. The answer was right in front of us from the beginning."
Jonathan nodded. "The extra details were just there to make us confused. Unfortunately it worked." He said with a mock glare.
