And...digging for gold. A Dutch uncle. Moolah. Coin. That was all she wanted when things were said and done. Until...
Sam Candy liked Betty instantly. He said she was his 'trophy.' She said she was more than that. The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. And a nurse with a pharmaceutical background. That is why investigators paid her a call. Immediately.
Sam was cold there lying face down in his Morgan sailboat. Beth was a champion swimmer and no where to be found. At least for the short time. When the authorities finally caught up with her they asked her about Sam's will. Yes, she was listed as the beneficiary, but that doesn't prove guilt.
A court order to evaluate her finances revealed she was living fall above what her financial advisor was doling out to her account monthly. But she had always lived over her head.
The forensic team swabbed the sailboat and Betty's fingerprints were everywhere. Even on Mr. Candy's wallet which was intact except for his Master Card. A few days later, after Sam's body was found, woman's lingerie and Spode china were purchased on it. Investigators even found the dishes prominately displayed in her home. There was nothing modest about Betty.
The team also sent toxicology samples to the district crime lab. A few more weeks were needed to get the results. They suspected a heart stopping drug as the murder weapon. Sam had a history of heart problems and was already on meds for it.
The phone call came in five minutes before five o'clock in the evening. It was a call from the leader toxicologist, Dr. Whodunit.
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