Chapter 5



Dorothy Brown gasped helplessly as the poison coursed through her veins. She sank backwards onto her bed as the last thought that she would ever think flew around her mind…how can I leave a clue as to who my killer was?

She looked around wildly and grasped the only novel within reach – her light bedtime reading, and with her last dying ounce of energy she managed to point to a particular sentence in the book which said 'I was killed by Jack Phillips, the transport manager who lives next door, by a lesser-known poison made from dihydrochloropentamine-phosphate mixed with rabbit droppings, and Jessica Fletcher I hope you lead the investigation because if you leave it to those morons at the police department then this case will never get solved'.

Well, I never. How lucky she'd been reading this book and not The Da Vinci Code.