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“The tox confirms poisoning. Ricin, very concentrated, very lethal. Very quick in this case.”
    “Ricin? That’s from beans or something, right?”
    “And you win the trip for two to Puerto Vallarta. Castor beans, to be precise. Ricin’s made from the mash after processing. It was used as a laxative once upon a time.”
    She thought of the state of the body, the crime scene. “It sure as hell worked.”
    “Superbly. His liver and kidneys failed, and there was internal bleeding. He’d have had severe cramping, rapid heartbeat, nausea, very likely seizures.” Morris studied the screen as Eve did. “Ricin dust was used-and is still used on occasion-in bioterrorism. Injection of ricin was a favored assassination method before we discovered handier ways.”
    “Your all-purpose poison.”
    “Very versatile. The lab will process, but I can tell you it appears he drank it-in his hot chocolate.”
    “His wife made the chocolate.”
    “Ah. I love domestically inclined females.”
    “I don’t see her for it. Married a handful of months, no obvious motive. And she copped to making it without a blink.”
    “Marriages, even new ones, can be a terrorist camp.”
    “Damn right, but she’s not popping for me. Yet anyway.”
    “Good-looking young man,” Morris commented. “Athletic build and, I’d say, a harmonic homogeny of races.”
    “Harmonic homogeny.” Eve shook her head. “You kill me. He was a teacher-history, private school, Upper West Side. Left his lunch in his classroom, habitually. Ate at his desk Mondays, habitually. No security cameras in the classrooms or corridors. Private schools aren’t required to have them. Wouldn’t have been hard for anybody to doctor his drink. What we’re missing at this point is why anyone would. Guy’s coming off as a nice, harmless mensch.”
    “Someone, I’d say, didn’t like your mensch. This kind of poisoning isn’t just lethal, it’s extremely painful.” Hands deft as a violinist’s, Morris removed the heart. “He didn’t live long after he ingested it, but while he did, he suffered a great deal.”
     
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    She looked back at the body. What did you do, Craig, to piss somebody off this much?
    “His wife wants to see him. She’s notifying his parents, and I assume they will, too.”
    “After nine this evening. I’ll have him prepared for viewing.”
    “I’ll let them know.” She frowned back at Morris. “Where the hell do you get castor beans?”
    He only smiled. “I’m sure you’ll find out.”
    Peabody, slightly shamefaced, loitered by Vending. “Before you say anything, here’s a nice cold tube of Pepsi. And I put my time to good use. I’ve started runs on the staff members at Sarah Childand verified life insurance policies on both the vic and his wife.
    Vic gets his through work bennies. Fifty thousand, with the wife as beneficiary.”
    “Pretty piddly motive.” Eve took the tube, pleased that it was, indeed, nice and cold.
    “We’ll hit their financials, see if she had any major debts. Maybe she’s the gambler, or the one with an illegals habit.”
    “But you don’t think so.”
    “No, I don’t think so.” Eve cracked the tube, swigged as they walked. “Unless there’s more money somewhere, the fifty doesn’t do it for me. And if there was marital discord, let’s say, a spouse generally goes for contact, for the personal. This was nasty, but remote. He pissed somebody off.”
    Peabody rewound her scarf, replaced her gloves as they hit the doors and the cold exploded like an ice boomer. “Rejected lover, colleagues in competition.”
    “We’ll want to look closer at Mirri Hallywell.”
    “Parents of a student who he disciplined, or who wasn’t doing well in his class.”
    “Jesus.” Eve jammed her hands in her pockets, and discovered she’d lost yet another pair of gloves. “Who kills because their kid gets a big doughnut in a history class?”
    “Parents are weird and dangerous creatures. And I worked up another