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Dale’s feet led him to circle the exhibit mezzanine, going clockwise with the flow of attendees, but his brain churned elsewhere.
Hellman hadn’t wanted to talk to the cops. He hadn’t even wanted Dale to talk to the cops. He’d been really, really nervous.
What did Hercule Poirot say? Means, motive, and opportunity, that was it. Hellman knew about the cyanide, and the door to the chemical store was unlocked. Maybe he’d picked the lock, but failed to close the door after. He’d been a student here, so maybe he had an old friend who let him in. Lash had wanted to boot jerks from SkyBSD. Hellman had turned in his commit bit, the equivalent of resigning… but maybe he’d taken that badly.
Opportunity, though…
Hellman had been sitting at the end of a row, up against the wall, near the back o
