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Talia stared at the inspector. “He couldn’t have been murdered. No, he has cancer. His illness is terminal.” When the inspector did not reply, she said, “I was just in his room. He wasn’t murdered. Why would you say such a thing?”
The inspector glanced at the notepad. “Another individual, a Mrs. Shira Doron, a nurse, was a victim as well. The coroner estimated their times of death to be identical. Surveillance video shows that you exited the room twenty-nine minutes before another individual, a male. Who else was there with you, Miss Stiel?” His tone had drifted to the accusatory.
But Talia’s was still transfixed. “Why do you say he was murdered?”
“In twenty-nine years working homicides, I have covered plenty of stabbings.”
Talia’s face paled, and she sat with the information a mome
