Chapter TWENTY-ONE
The view of the paramedics was that Sylvia, having had the emergency injection, was now on the mend. They offered to take her to hospital but they were both of the opinion that resting where she was would be more beneficial. And Sylvia, who was looking better by the minute, seemed very glad to hear this.
I had to share my suspicions with someone and Mark seemed the obvious choice. So I went to look for him and found him sitting on the sofa in the kitchen, finishing his drink and staring thoughtfully into the distance.
He looked up and smiled at me as I sat down beside him. Then he said.
‘Isn’t it strange that the emergency meds should just suddenly turn up, when we must have searched the whole house several times over?’
‘Almost as if someone knew where the insulin was all along?’
‘Exactly. Horrible to think it’s someone here, though.’
‘Mark?’
He turned and sat up straighter when he saw my tense expression.
‘I think I know who’s been doing all these horrible things.’