I'm not sure what was more surprising: that I was attending an international diplomatic conference, or that I was waiting tables instead of solving crimes. Just about the only thing predictable about the whole event was that somebody ended up poisoned. Unfortunately for me, I was the one pouring drinks.
His face began to pale.
He slumped and fell onto the table; the water glass he had been holding shattered on the floor.
Ice cubes sparkled like crystal gems on the intricately woven carpet.
So bloody picturesque.
Now I’ll explain how I got into this fix.
It was Monday, my least favorite day of the week. A recent acquaintance who was high up in the Chinese Diplomatic Corp needed me to do a favor for him. I knew the drill. Favors were part of the business. I pulled out my notebook.
“Who was murdered?”
He put down his tea cup. “Murdered?” he said quizzically.
“I thought…” He cut me off.
“It’s not a case.” He sipped his tea. “There ...