CONCLUSION - The Case of the Untouched Coffee
Sundari’s shoulders shook as she cried. “I didn’t mean to kill him…” Inspector Ravi looked at Asha. “That sounds like a confession.” Asha didn’t respond immediately. She watched Sundari carefully and then she shook her head. “No,” Asha said. The room froze. Sundari stopped crying mid-sob. “What?” “You didn’t kill him,” Asha continued calmly. Inspector Ravi frowned. “But she admitted!” “She admitted to making bad coffee,” Asha corrected. “Which, frankly, is a crime. But not this one.” For a second, even Ravi didn’t know whether to be confused or impressed. “But the powder?” he started. Asha nodded. “Yes, she added something. Something unnecessary and dramatic. Very on brand.” She glanced at Sundari. “But not lethal.” Sundari blinked. “It’s not?” Asha ignored her and turned back to the table. “The real question is this - if the coffee wasn’t the weapon… what was?” Asha picked up the tumbler again. “No lip marks,” she repeated. “He didn’t drink it. He noti...
