Gisele angles on her side, crossing her leg, squinting in deliberation as she lifts her elbow on the armrest. “Elise Varon grew copious amounts of Belladonna Nightshade in her garden and extracted oils for homeopathic tonics sold in her shop. She was a lucky woman. Suspicions of murder were short-lived, given her tight alibi. A trip to her family estate in the country. No one believed a well-respected and religious woman was a killer.”
“Who discovered his body?”
“A household servant on his morning rounds found him on the bed fully dressed. Detectives ruled it accidental poisoning.”
“Do you think it was Antoine?”
“No, from his writing, he was just as shocked.”
“How can one accidentally ingest Belladonna?”
“Obviously, it’s easy to do. Someone in the shop filled an empty Absinthe bottle
