Liliana Pierce paced outside the autopsy room, waiting for the lab assistant to bring her the final results. She'd expedited everything—working through the night to complete Malachi Blackwood's autopsy personally. Now, holding the toxicology report in her hands, she stared at the results in disbelief.
Arsenic poisoning. Classic, nearly untraceable if done properly, but they'd caught it.
"Damn it, Lyra," she whispered, running a hand through her disheveled hair.
The evidence was damning. The timeline matched perfectly with Lyra's known movements. The method required access to specialized knowledge—knowledge someone with Lyra's scientific background would possess.
Her phone buzzed. It was Detective Rivera.
"I've got the autopsy results," Liliana said immediately. "Arsenic poisoning, administered approximately forty-eight hours before death. The killer would need chemical expertise."
