"You're so eager to eat? Go ahead. The pot's right there in the kitchen. Nobody's stopping you."
My words nearly sent her into cardiac arrest.
She pointed at me, sputtering, eyes rolling back so far she almost fainted on the spot.
Andrew rushed to steady his mother, then turned to look at me. Something vicious flickered behind his eyes.
He clenched his jaw, then walked over to my side.
"Catherine, stop making a scene!"
His voice dropped low, meant only for me.
"The situation is not in your favor. Everyone saw you throwing things, losing your temper. That's motive."
"And the kitchen only has your fingerprints on everything..."
"So what?"
I cut him off before he could finish.
Andrew sighed, wearing his best I'm-only-looking-out-for-you expression.
"I'm trying to help you here. Murder carries a life sentence. They could put you in front of a firing squad!"
"But if you admit it was an accident now — say you mixed up rat poison with seasoning, or mistook pesticide for cooking sauce..."
"I've got a buddy at a law firm. He can get the charge reduced to involuntary manslaughter."
The greed in his eyes was impossible to hide now.