Val sighed. “It doesn’t make sense, Gwen. If she gave herself cancer because she had Munchausen’s, why didn’t she report any liver cancer symptoms to her doctor? Hell, why didn’t she tell anyone she thought she had it. No one seemed to know about it.”

“No one who admitted it, Val,” Gwen responded. “You have to keep that in mind.”

“Very true.” Val shook her head and looked up at Zoe, the toxicologist who was standing in her doorway. “This case keeps getting more bizarre,” Val said to Zoe as her pulse picked up. The only time Zoe ever came to her office was when she had something important to tell. Val took a deep breath. “What did you find?”

Zoe grabbed a chair and sat down. “I took a look at your video from the Morgans’ house. Those yellow flowers in Claudia’s room, they’re not lilies. They’re angel’s trumpets.”

“Angel’s trumpets?” Val was unfamiliar with the name.

Zoe held up her phone showing still pictures from the video. “See here, the yellow flowers are large and trumpet-shaped, that’s where the name comes from. They’re so characteristic I almost laughed out loud… anyway, they’re members of the nightshade family.”

“Nightshade? Do you mean deadly nightshade?” Gwen said.

“Not… exactly. Let’s get our nightshades straight. Atropa belladonna, which earned the name deadly nightshade is what you are referring to, Gwen. It’s the most common member of the family. But angel’s trumpets are also very deadly. They just don’t have the catchy name, though angel’s anything is a bit of a misnomer. Anyway, your nanny has them in her room. In a vase.” Zoe held up another picture on her phone from a website for angel’s trumpets. “See how all of the flowers are hanging down. This is why they are so characteristic.”

“I thought those flowers were dying because of how much they were drooping,” Val said.

“Nope. Healthy and happy. Angel’s trumpets droop down because they’re said to be ‘showering gifts from above,’ from heaven. Though I wouldn’t want to be the recipient of this gift.”

Jesus. Val pulled out her own phone quickly, her fingers ready to text Gavin. He needed to hear about the nanny, and the flowers she chooses to display in her room. “What does this kind of flower do?”