The doctor adjusted his glasses and said cautiously, “Mr. Baher, the tests show very high levels of inflammation, but they don’t match any known disease… We’re doing all we can.”
In the span of four months, Baher hired and then fired seven nannies. Each one was dismissed for a reason: one was negligent, another was too strict, and yet another Ryan simply couldn’t stand. Ryan rejected them all and avoided their touch… until Eliana entered the bedroom. Instead of picking him up, she sat on the floor beside him and let him decide whether to approach him.
Just two days into her job, Eliana was washing Ryan’s milk bottle at night. Before filling it with fresh milk, she smelled a strange odor—not milk, not detergent, not even a faint, bitter almond scent, a smell only someone who’d studied poisons would recognize!
Her heart raced. She glanced at the milk, which Baher himself had been supervising, and realized the killer wasn’t a stranger. The killer was eating with them at the same table!
Who was poisoning Ryan’s milk? What would his stepmother or uncle gain from his disappearance? And what would Eliana do when she discovered that all those high-ranking doctors were involved in the conspiracy?
For a few seconds, Eliana didn’t move. She held the bottle, her eyes fixed on the glistening drop of milk in the dim kitchen light.
That bitter almond scent was unmistakable. I studied it a long time ago in a pediatric first aid and poisoning course when she was working with a medical organization outside of Egypt.
A faint but terrifying smell.
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