Andy raised her eyebrows. "A trait to be admired in a man," she said and settled back down again to think.
And what she was thinking was "Why had Kenny O'Bannon been killed with curare?" It was a sheer fluke that it had been found. Initially the death had been ascrbed to heart failure - O'Bannon had not been the healthiest of men - but then his girlfriend had said he had complained of being bitten and an eagle eyed medical examiner had found a tiny incision on the side of his neck. So - a hit then. A blow dart from a blow gun?
Totally bizarre.
And not really any of her business since she was working fraud these days. But she had investigated O'Bannon's business just six months ago as a possible venue for money laundering and she had found the man cheerful and cooperative and had quite liked his girlfriend.
Who would want to kill him? And why?
She looked up as a jet thundered overhead heading towards the airport. "Three pm from Toronto," she said. "A little late."