Niles finished his muffin and coffee. “I have to talk to Shelly or Charley for a minute.”
“Sure,” Steve said. “Thanks.”
“No problem,” Niles said.
Niles walked back to the kitchen. Charley and Shelly leaned against the counter talking.
“You should have come out and had coffee with us,” Niles said.
“We got some things to do back here,” Charley said. “I didn’t want to settle in and have to get up right away. She’s a slave driver.”
“Do you have, like, a cleaning closet where cleaning things and chemicals are stored?” Niles said.
“Yeah,” Charley said. “You want to take a look at it?”
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to snoop around,” Niles said.
“I suppose it wouldn’t do any good to ask why,” Charley said.
“I’d rather keep that to myself for right now,” Niles said.
“Follow me,” Charley said and led Niles to a small room off the kitchen He flipped on the light. “Take a look around.” Charley went back to the kitchen.
Shelves lined all the walls with a couple vacuum sweepers and mop bucket in the middle. Niles moved containers, jars, boxes, and cans to find something that appeared out of place. He unfolded a small step ladder and examined the top shelf. Stashed in a corner was a bottle of bleach. He moved a bottle of bleach and behind it was a small cylinder shaped bottle, no more than six inches tall. Niles removed a latex glove from his jacket pocket and pulled it on one hand. He spun to bottle around with the tips of his fingers to read the label.
“Potassium cyanide,” Niles read quietly.
He went back into the kitchen.
“Hey, Shelly,” Niles said, “you have a plastic bag?”
Shelly opened a cabinet and pulled out a plastic bag. “This the right size?”
“Perfect,” Niles said. “Can you guys come with me?”
Charley and Shelly followed Niles to the cleaning supply room. Niles climbed on the ladder. He lifted the bottle up and showed it to Charley and Shelly. “It says potassium cyanide. Do I have your permission to remove this?”
Charley and Shelly looked at each other dreadfully.
“Take it,” Charley said.
“Thanks, folks,” Niles said.
Niles walked across the street to the office. “I now have the murder weapon,” he thought and smiled.