Exhuming a newly buried body just to quench curiosity was something Zoren would do even without the grieving family's consent. That didn't matter, though. What mattered to him was knowing whether he had put the man to death or if it was pure coincidence.
Another night came, and Zoren idled on the balcony of his room. He stared out, watching the black panther run around the vast lot surrounding the residence.
On the small round table before him was a half-filled bottle of wine and an untouched wine glass. In his hand, meanwhile, were the lab reports about the tests done on the body. There was a high possibility that they could no longer trace the poison in the lawyer's system, but he hoped they could. After all, the man had a heart attack and crashed, dying even before he could be put into a coma.
The tests had been done not long after the funeral.
Unless the poison left the human body's system fast, the results would be nothing.
But it wasn't like that.
