Chapter 17
At about the same time Isobel was hatching her second plan, her initial one hadn’t worked.
She’d ground up a packet of strong sleeping pills that Jonathan kept in the bathroom cabinet and mixed the resulting powder with the sugar in the bowl beside the coffee machine. Knowing how much Jonathan liked his coffee, this would make a perfect sleeping tonic. She hoped the strong taste of the Blue Mountain he liked, along with the sweetness of the sugar would mask the taste of the pills.
She liked coffee herself and had done so from childhood. Although not as well-known as the Blue Mountain Coffee, some excellent beans were grown in Cuba. She could never figure out why he ruined the taste with sugar, but in this instance it was just, as well.
He was bound to have several cups that
