“Chet had already passed out,” Sonya replied. “I would have to have carried him.”
Nell continued on. “You were also the one who ordered one of the maids to take the Scotch to the main bar. The next morning you went to the main bar and slipped the bartender a hundred. We have that on security camera, too. Unfortunately the bartender went off shift early in order to get down the mountain before the storm hit, and we haven’t been able to get in touch with him. He was the one who gave the order to move the Scotch.”
“We’ll contact him,” Nate advised. “It’s only a matter of time.”
Sonya’s head shook. “Of course I asked him to move it. I was hoping that Brock would join us at the party. I tipped him well because I didn’t want him to forget. I was trying to force my brothers to make up before we went home. My father doesn’t like it when they fight, and he always takes Brock’s side. I was watching out for Chet. That’s all.”
“Maybe that’s why you did it,” Lucy said, her voice going soft. “You couldn’t make your dad see who the real Brock was, and you had to protect your siblings. I know how that feels. I understand. I would have done almost anything to save mine.”
Sonya’s jaw went tight. “All of this is ridiculous. Where would I get cyanide?”
“Who said anything about cyanide?” Michael was sure Nate wouldn’t have said a word to Sonya Foster until he’d gotten the toxicology report back.
The room seemed to go still, and for a moment Sonya didn’t move a muscle. Then she seemed to decide on how to handle her flub. “I’m not stupid. Like you said, I’m Harvard educated. What other poison works as quickly? I read, you know. I’m afraid the fact that I’m educated doesn’t make me a killer.”
“No, but access might,” Nell continued. “What work were you doing in Johannesburg?”
Sonya ran a hand over her hair. “I was visiting one of our companies. I take a hands-on approach. Unlike some executives, I want to know how things work.”
“And what company were you visiting?” Nell asked quietly.
Sonya stopped, seeming to realize she was caught in a trap.
Kendall frowned her sister’s way. “Was it the gold mine one? I don’t remember the name, but you went down into that mine and they taught you how they get the gold and then you talked about it incessantly.”
Sonya’s eyes closed. “You are such a moron, Ken.” She opened them, a grim resignation coming over her face. “I’d like to speak with my lawyer before this goes any further.”
Slate stood, his hands on his hips. “Ms. Flanders, I’m afraid you’re going to have to illuminate me on why the fact that she was in a gold mine makes Ms. Foster our prime suspect.”
“Cyanide is how they separate the gold from the rock around it.” Nell took a deep breath as though she’d found the entire experience satisfying. “And the precise chemical mixture can likely be traced right back to South Africa. I don’t believe Lucy has been out of the state lately, much less to South Africa.”
“Ms. Foster, I believe we’re going to have to talk further,” Agent Wallace said. “You should call your lawyer, and we’re going to need for you to not leave the resort for the moment.”
“I’d like to see you try to stop me.” There was no mistaking the righteous anger in Sonya’s eyes.
“Is this why you told Chet he should hurt the waitress chick?” Kendall had started crying.
“Shut up, Kendall,” Sonya growled.
“Did you give him the gun?” Kendall wasn’t listening. “Because I couldn’t figure out how he got that gun. He doesn’t know how to use a gun. Were you going to use me, too?”
“I have done everything I’ve done to protect you. I did it all for you and Chet,” Sonya practically roared. She shook her head and grabbed her sister’s hand before pointing Agent Slate’s way. “This is not over.”
But it felt like it was. She stormed out, dragging Kendall with her.
“And that is why you shouldn’t talk to the cops without a lawyer around,” Gemma said triumphantly. “Like I kind of wish we’d recorded that whole thing so I could use it as a teaching point.”
“Who said we didn’t?” Henry asked with a predatory grin. He pointed to the chandelier hanging in the middle of the room. “I wired it myself. Colorado is a one-party consent state, and Nell consented. We can use that in court.”
“I don’t think we’ll have to.” Agent Slate shook his head as though trying to process what had happened. “I think forensics and eyewitness testimony are going to be key here. She had means, motive, and opportunity. Once we talk to the bartender, we’ll be able to arrest her.”