Page 118 of Lilly

"We found one of our drugs in the water. It's one intended to lower blood pressure in those with hypertension. If given to someone without hypertension it can cause numerous side effects. Fatigue. Dizziness. Feeling lightheaded. Nausea. Blurry vision."

Logan nods. "Classic symptoms of hypotension."

"Low blood pressure," I say. "So that's why I feel this way?"

"Most likely, yes," Sylvia says. "Obviously I don't know your medical history but if you had normal blood pressure before, then I'm guessing it's quite low right now."

Logan gets up and goes over to the leather bag he brought that's sitting on the floor. "I have a portable monitor. I should've tested you when I got here."

He didn't because we were too busy talking. He brings the monitor to my desk and secures the cuff around my arm.

"It's low," he says, removing the cuff. "Very low." He sighs and rubs his forehead. "Why didn't I put this together? I knew William's blood pressure was low. I just couldn't find the cause. I should've known it was something here. He always felt worse when he was at the office."

"But who would do this?" Sylvia asks. "Why would someone do this to Mr. Sinclair?"

Logan and I look at her, quickly realizing she knows something she shouldn't. Something that could get her killed if the people I assume are behind this are indeed my fellow members.

"Sylvia." I lean across the desk and look her in the eye. "I need you to keep this information strictly confidential. The conversation we're having right now must never leave this room. Is that clear?"

Her eyes go to Logan, then back to me. "Mr. Kensington, with all due respect, we need to report this to the police. Someone was obviously trying to do harm to Mr. Sinclair and—"

"Mr. Sinclair does not want this information getting out. I could have him call you and tell you that himself if you feel that's necessary."

She pauses, nervously running her hand over her short dark hair, then fiddling with her glasses. "I don't understand. Why wouldn't you tell the police? The person responsible could be working in this building. We'd be putting the other employees in danger."

"The person responsible will be found, and if this person is an employee, he or she will be fired. Now I'm telling you once again, the information that was shared in this room just now will never be told to anyone else, including your family. Do you understand?" I use a threatening tone, my eyes like daggers piercing her with a stare that leaves no room for interpretation.

It frightens her and she rears back in her chair, gripping the sides of it. "Mr. Kensington." Her voice trembles. "I don't like the manner in which you're speaking to me."

"And I regret that I have to do so. But unfortunately, this a very serious matter that must remain completely confidential. If you utter even a word of what you know to anyone else, you'll be putting yourself at risk."

She sucks in a breath and her hand covers her chest, just over her heart. "You're threatening me?"

"It's not a threat. It's a warning. Now do we have an understanding?"

She nods, quickly, several times. "Yes."

"Does anyone else know about this?" Logan asks her. "Maybe someone in the lab?"

"No. The woman who ran the tests knew what she found, but she didn't know the source of the water or why we were testing it."

"Good." I stand up. "Sylvia, thank you for your assistance in this matter. I'm sure Mr. Sinclair will reward you with a generous bonus when he returns." I walk over to the door and open it.

She seems surprised at the abrupt end to our conversation but I don't have time to waste. Things need to happen and she needs to leave so those things can begin.

"It was nice meeting you," Logan tells her.

She's silent as she rises up from her chair and walks slowly to the door.

"Goodbye, Sylvia," I say as she leaves, then I shut the door.

"Do you think she'll keep quiet?" Logan asks as I walk back to the desk.

"I think I made it clear what will happen if she doesn't."

"Yes." Logan laughs a little. "You even had me scared for a moment there."

"Techniques I learned from my father. He was a master at putting fear in people." I pick my phone up, then set it down. "I need to make some calls but we need to go somewhere more private. Let's go back to William's estate. We'll tell him what we found, then I'll get to work finding out who's responsible."

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