Wardens For The Other You
Julie
Something in his coffee,
a sleeping pill or something. Dropped off right at his
desk in his office. An
intern found him.
Marta
Ick. So grim. Poor
John.
Julie
That’s what I thought. He never
liked any of the interns.
Marta
No. Poison.
That’s intense. I mean that takes planning. That takes, I don’t
know, conviction. That’s one dedicated soul.
Julie
That’s what the police keep dwelling
on. Apparently if
he’d been stabbed, or shot, or strangled, or beaten, or drowned, or
anything else they would think of the crime a whole other way. I
don’t really understand why people have to dwell on the poison. I think it would be much worse to have
been shot, personally. I mean its not like there was blood all over …
