Rose raised her wine glass unsteadily. ‘To us.’
Below the table, Rose’s husband Mike stroked Vanessa’s inner thigh, taking care not to make it too obvious.
‘Couldn’t ask for better friends.’ Vanessa’s husband echoed Rose’s toast.
‘Pavlova or my famous Easter Cake?’ Rose gestured to the two desserts.
As she'd expected, Mike was the only one to choose the cake.
Thank goodness Mike’s bald, Rose thought. Perhaps the police won’t connect the dots.
‘Death by Cake’ could have been the title of an Agatha Christie novel. Fitting, she mused, given that was where she’d first discovered Thallium.