CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
My favorite part of a good English mystery is the drawing room reveal scene, where the detective shows his cleverness in outing the murderer, putting together all the clues in a way that indicates there can't be any other solution. I loved how everything got wrapped up in a neat little bow, often with a confession. And then Hercule Poirot would have his matched eggs, or Lord Peter Wimsey would allow the murderer to take the gentleman's way out…
That wasn't going to happen here.
First, we'd had to sneak in, then duck for cover. Second, instead of a drawing room, we had the main lab, where equipment lay strewn about, and I could still hear the tinkling of glass and the dripping of some liquid that may lead to a level three contamination lockdown, but no one cared anymor
