Chapter TenDufort hardly ever sat at his desk if he could avoid it, but that’s where he was on Saturday morning, catching up on paperwork, when the coroner called.
“Bonjour, Ben,” Florian Nagrand said in his deep voice, raspy from cigarettes. “I got some news on Desrosiers. Figured you’d want to know right away. Still waiting on some results, but it’s not looking like a heart attack.”
Dufort’s eyebrows went up.
“She was poisoned. Sorry to toss this at you on the weekend. I’ll know more when the lab sends me the results.”
“Wait, poison? I’m…I wasn’t expecting that at all. You’re sure?”
“No, I won’t be sure until the lab results are back of course. But the signs were not consistent with heart failure. Organs showed a pink lividity—didn’t you notice her skin was reddish, far more so than
