“You hired a lawyer to raise suspicion.”
“I had questions!” she snapped, and for the first time the polished widow cracked open. “You weren’t there, Clara. He was suffering. Begging for peace. The nurse kept talking about dosage restrictions while he was in agony. I was his wife.”
“You administered extra morphine.”
“I helped him.”
“Richard was there.”
She looked away.
“Why?”
Tears filled her eyes. “Because I called him. I was frightened. Robert kept saying strange things. He said Richard was dangerous. He said I should call you, but you were in China building your empire while he was dying.”
The accusation landed.
I refused to show it.
“What did Richard tell you?”
