BETRAYED BY TECHNOLOGY
He’d done it. He smiled at the perfect job. He’d left her lying across the bed with the pill bottle in her hand. And she hadn’t even suspected that he’d doctored her drink.
She did love to drink, and that had made it so easy. He smiled again as he leaned back in his easy chair savoring his success. Leaving the lone candle burning was an artistic touch. And his fake alibi was so tight, he’d never be suspected.
Now, to call Bernard and report his success. Reaching into his pocket, he froze. Where the hell was his cell phone?