Christine once dreamed of attending Oxford. However, that dream ended
the day Jane Stanford gave her an F on her final project.
That grade cost her a future she’d carefully planned. She smiled
through it, even taking a job at a game startup which she hated, and
found her way back to academia. Christine never forgot. Or forgave.
When she returned to Stanford as a lecturer, it wasn’t just nostalgia
that brought her back. It was opportunity.
She rekindled a casual faculty lounge friendship with Jane, just
enough to learn her habits... like when she drank her evening tea. She
knew Bertha made it. She knew Jane worked late in the chemistry
building.
On the night of the murder, while baking with Amy, Christine waited
for the perfect moment. When Amy stepped away to call her mom,
Christine slipped out, intercepted Jane’s tea, poisoned it, and
returned before Amy noticed she was gone.
The next morning, Jane Stanford was found dead.
At first glance, it could have been Bertha. After all, she prepared
the tea. Or Amy, whose alibi had a gap. Marc, the Tree, and the Fizz
CEO had motive and mystery. But only one had both the access and the
grudge.
Christine hoped someone else would be blamed. But you saw through
it.
You saw the motive.
You caught the lie.
Well done, Detective.
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