Dropping the spoon back onto the plate, Sloane turned and clomped back to the doorway. “These people were poisoned,” she said. “That’s the good news.” “How is that good news?” demanded Andy. “I don’t know if you noticed, but three people are dead in there.” Sloane waved her hand dismissively. “People die every day. Somebody died while you were thinking of that pithy comeback. Dying is amateur hour.”
