"It's from Wendy Lynch," Simon Sutton recognized the coffee. "Why? This is just plain coffee. I even tasted it when she gave it to me, and there wasn't any problem. Besides, she said it's your favorite drink."
"And just because she gave it to you, you let Jared drink it?" Leon Rivers grabbed Simon Sutton by the collar. "Do you have any idea you nearly killed Jared?"
Simon Sutton's expression kept changing. "Impossible! I really tried the coffee, and I thought it was good. I've sneaked a few sips two or three times. If there was really something wrong, I would have been dead already..."
Simon Sutton's face suddenly changed drastically. "Do you mean... could it be a slow-acting poison?"
He hadn't suspected anything before, but ever since the incident at the hotel, he vaguely felt something was amiss.
"What do you think!"
"Leon Rivers." Jared Quinn interrupted, pressing the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray. "Let him go."
