I'd been replaying that evening's events in my mind these past few days.

The juice was handed to me by a waiter. If I wasn't the intended target, the chances of it reaching me would have been slim.

But I knew very few people at that banquet.

Phoebe, Jen, Richard. None of them would do it.

Phoebe's care for me was obvious, and Jen was loyal to her and definitely wouldn't drug me.

Richard? Even more impossible.

That left only Patricia, someone with whom I ...