“Oh, yes, you do,” suddenly a gruff voice sounded behind Odelia.
She didn’t even have to turn around to know who the voice belonged to. “Why is that wherever I go you keep showing up, Detective Kingsley?”
“I could ask you the same thing, Miss Poole,” he returned, then flashed his badge to the man behind the counter, who was still clutching the ginseng. “Please tell me you can do better than that,” he said, gesturing at the ginseng.
The man looked horrified.“You’re both cops?”
“No, Miss Poole is a reporter for the Hampton Cove Gazette. I’m with the Hampton Cove PD, Mr. Haggis. She likes to think she’s a cop, though.”
“I was doing great before you showed up,” she snapped.
“Yeah, you were doing fantastic. So you’re having issues with your love life, huh?”
“You heard that?” she asked, that blush creeping further up her cheeks.
“Even if I hadn’t wanted to, it was unavoidable. Your voice carries.”
“I was trying to be discreet,” she said, giving him her best scowl.
“And failing miserably, as usual.” He turned to the shopkeeper. “Mr. Orville Haggis, I presume? Owner and proprietor of The Vitamin King?”
“Uh-huh.”
“The question still stands, Orville. Were you selling GHB to JPG?”
The man’s mouth opened, then closed again, causing his beard to move as if operating on a hinge. Finally, he admitted, “Yes, I was.” He sighed, closing his eyes. “You wouldn’t believe how much ginseng you have to sell to make a living around here. So I have to supplement my income by shifting some of the more pricey items on the side. Johnny kept me in business.”
“Now we’re talking,” said Chase, with a quick glance at Odelia.
“I notice you’re referring to Johnny in the past tense, Mr. Haggis,” she said. “So you’re aware that he died last night?”
“I heard about that, yeah,” said Orville. “But I swear I had nothing to do with that.”
“I beg to differ,” said Chase. “I think you had everything to do with that. You see, it was your product that killed Johnny.”
“That’s impossible,” said Orville. “I always gave him the right dose. Johnny knew the deal. One vial and that’s it. He knew the risks, so if he took more than one, that’s not my fault.”
“What is your fault is that you were delivering an illegal substance to a very unstable pop star,” said Chase.
“Johnny wasn’t unstable. He knew exactly what he was doing.”
“Did you always deliver your vials with a seal?” asked Odelia.
“Yes, I did. The ones I prepared for Johnny carried his personal seal.”
She smiled.“Pink with a unicorn, right?”
“That’s right,” he said. “That’s the way he wanted it.”
“Any way the vials could have been tampered with?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” he asked. “I thought he died from an overdose.”
“Someone laced Johnny’s GHB with a very potent venom,” she said. “Which caused his heart to fail. Any idea what venom was used?” she asked Chase.
He stared at her, then rolled his eyes.“I shouldn’t be telling you this, but since you’re going to simply turn around and ask your uncle I might as well. The venom found belongs to the Australian funnel-web spider.”
She stared at him.“Spider venom?”
“Not just any spider. Apparently it’s the most lethal spider in the world. The weird thing? The venom is deadly only if injected directly into the bloodstream. When imbibed, its proteins are broken down by stomach acid, and the effect is greatly diminished. The only reason the venom was toxic in this case, is because Johnny was suffering from an enlarged heart, possibly caused by years of drug abuse.”
“So whoever administered the venom…”
“Was a rank amateur,” said Chase.
They both turned to Orville.“So it looks like you decided to off your best customer, Orville,” Chase said. “Now all I want to know is where you got the venom.”
“Spider venom? Are you crazy? I don’t even—why would I kill my best customer?”
“If you didn’t put that venom in that vial, who did?” asked Odelia.
“How should I know? I delivered the stuff to Johnny once a week. Enough vials for his guests, and the special batch I mixed up for him distinguished by the pink seal so nobody could tamper with it.”
“And you’re sure nobody could have had access to the vials? Someone who knew about this arrangement between you and Johnny?” she asked.
“Positive. I’m a one man operation and I personally prepared Johnny’s happy juice, as he liked to call it. Between this place and Johnny’s house, nobody messed with those vials. If they were tampered with, it must have been by someone at Johnny’s end. Someone who knew about the pink seal.”
“How easy is it to reseal those vials?” asked Odelia.
“Very easy. It’s basically just a small sticker I put on top. Anybody could have peeled it off, dumped in that spider venom, and resealed it. Didn’t you find any fingerprints on the vial?”
“We did,” said Chase, darting a knowing look at Odelia. “Looks like we got the right man in jail after all.” Then he turned back to the health food guy, plucking a pair of handcuffs from his belt. “Orville Haggis, you’re under arrest for the illegal distribution—”