The lab confirmed the boy’s warning—traces of a potent toxin had been found in the lemon glaze. The dish had indeed been poisoned. Alexander felt a chill run down his spine as he realized just how close he had come to unwittingly consuming it.
The café had emptied out after the commotion, and now only Alexander, the boy, and a few of his security personnel remained. Alexander beckoned the child over, gesturing for him to take a seat. The guards released their grip on the boy, who seemed both relieved and apprehensive as he approached.
“Thank you,” Alexander said with genuine gratitude, looking the boy in the eyes. “You saved my life today. What’s your name?”
Be First to Comment