Keith Coleman brought the glass of water to his nose and sniffed it.
"Such a crude substance!" He could already tell what kind of drug it was by the smell.
He'd cut his teeth in these kinds of environments; there wasn't a scheme he hadn't seen before!
When dissolved in water, you could still faintly smell this kind of drug. If it were added to a mixed drink, the average person probably wouldn't smell a thing.
But Keith Coleman was no average person.
...
Rhona Hughes was anxiously waiting for news. Half an hour had passed, and Chester Johnson still hadn't gotten back to her.
She had been watching the livestream as well. She'd only caught a fleeting glimpse of Chester Johnson, and while she saw Melody Monroe ask for a glass of water, she never saw her drink it.
Then the camera had cut away to somewhere else.
She was certain that Chester Johnson must have put something in that glass of water.
But she couldn't be sure whether Melody Monroe had actually drunk it.
