SEBASTIAN
The board meeting ended at half past ten and I returned to my office. I had barely settled into my chair when my phone rang. The attorney.
“Talk,” I ordered.
“We found something,” he said immediately, and I sat up. “No confirmation yet, but it's something concerning.”
“Speak.”
“Alastair's medication was tampered with over several weeks.”
Silence filled the office. It was confirmed now, my grandfather was really murdered, not out of impulse, it was a carefully planned murder. Alastair was slowly and deliberately murdered, and the thought of it riled me up.
The attorney continued when I didn't say anything.
“Whoever did it knew his routine intimately. The dosage changes were subtle enough to avoid suspicion initially.”
I leaned back slowly in my chair.
“And staff?” I as
