Laina Turner - Presley Thurman 09 - Romance & Revenge by Laina Turner

you’re talking to both of us.”
    “I was able to do some digging and found out Becky was poisoned.”
    “Poisoned? How?” I asked.
    “Insulin.”
    “Could it have been accidental? Maybe she was diabetic and took too much?” I said.
    “No. According to the autopsy she was not diabetic. She somehow ingested enough insulin to throw her body into shock and kill her.”
    “So you’re saying that someone gave her this?”
    “Unless she committed suicide, yes. And there was no insulin found at her apartment so it’s unlikely this was a suicide.”
    “How could someone have administered insulin? Did she drink it or something?”
    “No. That’s the other reason this couldn’t have been a suicide. She was injected. So there would have been a syringe and a vial of insulin in her apartment at least.”
    I thought about that for a minute. It had to be someone she knew if they were about to get that close to her but still, someone would have given her a shot against her will.
    “So you’re saying someone gave her a shot of insulin and that’s what killed her?”
    “Yep, that’s what I am saying.”
    “Seems like it would be hard to hold someone down long enough to give them a shot.”
    “That’s the other interesting thing. There were traces of a sedative in her body as well. The theory is someone drugged her and then when she fell asleep, gave her the insulin. They are testing the glass found in the sink for residue but it’s not back from the lab yet.”
    “Do they have any suspects?” I asked.
    “They are looking at the boyfriend again, but he seems to have a solid alibi.”
    “You have to have a prescription for insulin , don’t you?”
    “Yes. And she didn’t. Like I said, she wasn’t diabetic.”
    “Thanks for calling and letting me know.”
    “No problem. Just remember you can’t talk about how you got this, or I’ll have to throw you in jail,” he said jokingly, but I knew he was serious about not telling anyone. I understood he had went out on a limb for us.
    “Promise. It will stay between us. And Jared.”
    “And Jared what,” he said, walking into the room. He had been on a date and I hadn’t even heard him come in.
    “I’ll fill you in, in a minute. Bye Willie. And thanks again.”
    “You’re welcome. Talk to you later?” he said, in the form of question.
    “Of course!”
    “Alright then. Bye.”
    “Bye.” I hung up and turned to Jared, filling him in on what Willie had just told us. “So it’s reasonable to think that whoever killed Becky is a diabetic or at least has access to insulin.”
    “That’s no help,” Jared said.
    “Are you kidding ? It’s a huge lead. At least we know what we are looking for.  Jared you need to find out if anyone at your work has diabetes. Then we can at least cross them off the list.”
     

Chapter 13
     
    Sitting alone in the kitchen with my morning coffee, somehow I was the first person up, I had been going back over the conversation with John in my head. I was thinking about how and why an outsider would have accessed their files. It seemed a long shot, but John and Jared seemed pretty sure no one inside the company would want to do anything detrimental and had agreed they were a close knit group. I couldn’t imagine it either, which meant it had to be someone from the outside. If someone from the outside was getting Sleeping Bear Design information, maybe this was how? I didn’t know much about Internet security, except from my own days in corporate America where in the HR department we had security measures in place to protect confidential salary information and such, I just knew it was there. I didn’t know the first thing about how it worked.
    Jim! I said to myself. Why didn’t I think of him before? Jim Dugan was the network security manager at my old job and he also ran a consulting business, testing security of other businesses by trying to gain access to their systems to see where they might need to beef up. It was a good