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Venus had rerand style in 2006, and now she shared it with her eldest son, Guthrie, and his son Alexander, as well as her long-terether they occupied only four of the eight large bedrooe this place is, Dillon"

"Around fourteen thousand square feet, if I remember correctly" He came around and opened her door, as was his habit

Sherlock said, "I hope Alexander isn’t here He’d blow his stack if he believed we suspected him"

"We won’t have to deal with Alexander today Venus only wanted the three of us Also, neither Alexander nor Guthrie know about this yet"

She sighed "To want to kill your own grand that Still, if it is arsenic, and it is one of the family, my money’s on him But it would break Venus’s heart if it were any of them for that matter I sure hope she’s mistaken about the arsenic"

"If she’s not, it could be someone outside the family, who, for whatever reason, wants her dead"

Isabel Grant, Venus’s housekeeper since Moses, Isabel would say and laugh, opened the door, welcomed them in Isabel was tall and thin, her salt-and-pepper hair worn in a severe chignon, showing very pretty ears with diamond studs She was dressed as she usually was in a plain dark dress and sensible shoes Sherlock reinal thirteen fireplaces still worked, but now they were seldo installed in the sixties

Isabel shoved her glasses back "Agent Savich Agent Sherlock I’lad you could come so quickly Ms Venus is very upset, why, she won’t tell ht If you’re here, it’s so bad, isn’t it? No, no, I can tell it’s not for my ears yet" She eyed both of theerous"

Sherlock blinked and patted her arhter and the twins?"

Isabel sold randht, said she was so tired, she’d fall asleep in the babies’ bathtub if she’d fit But she’s happy as can be Followfor you Whatever is wrong, I know you will fix it"

They followed her through the large terra-cotta foyer and turned right into the grand living roolass of iced tea in her hand Where was her companion, Veronica? Venus didn’t rise It looked to Savich as if she’d been crying That shook hirandmother’s funeral, and when he’d been a small boy, at the funeral for her husband, Everett Rasmussen