Eli Watson had been staying at the Carter house to treat Lena Carter, so when all the commotion broke out in the front yard, he rushed over with his medical kit. One look at the baby and he knew—the kid had swallowed something dangerous. It was serious. The baby had to be taken in for stomach pumping, fast.
The nanny was so terrified, she dropped to her knees. “I swear on everything, sir, I didn’t give the baby anything weird. Mrs. Clark was right next to me when I made the formula. Then Miss Lena called me over for something. By the time I got back, the baby had already drunk the milk.”
What she said lined up strangely well with Cindy Clark’s earlier accusation—that Lena had lured the nanny away, poisoned the baby, and even tried to strangle him a few times.
Eli was sharp. As s
