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I was contemplating not having John die, but decided against it.
This chapter is written in third person.

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Chapter 4-Better

The three women were sat on a brown leather couch, eyes fixed on the television mounted on the wall.

"...Just two days before his wedding. His body was found by his future sister in law Charlotte Leroux Reine-Taylor. We will bring you up to date with any new developments."

The eldest of the women flicked the T.V. off. She eyed the keys set on the coffee table in front of her and smiled.

"Want to see my wedding present?"

"We ran a sample of his blood through tox and" The pathologist paused to grab a sheet of paper. He scanned it quickly "We found a high level of chloroquine phosphate in his system"

"Chloroquine?" Came the reply. The pathologist put down his scalpel and looked at the younger man;

"Yes. Commonly used in medicine to prevent malaria."

"So how would he die from it?" Tyler Bellamy, the detective assigned to the case asked. He was the newest detective, yet his track record showed him to be one of the most competent.

The pathologist smiled "Simply doubling the dosage would kill you within two and a half hours. If you combine that with cocaine, ketamine and phencyclidine"

"Sorry?"

"PCP. Then you would most certainly have death knocking at your door" Arthur handed the young dectective the toxicology report "He had high levels of three recreational drugs in his system."

"So he wasn't the clean cut guy he made himself out to be?" Bellamy asked "Wait. Why would he even require chloroquine?"

"That's your job, not mine" Arthur smiled.

Tyler nodded "I guess I better pay a visit to his fiancee" With that he left the lab, the clean air hitting him like cold water. It was refreshing-especially since it hadn't been around a week old corpse.

"Oh and Tyler?" Arthur stuck his head out of the lab door

"Yes?"

"He tested negative for steroids" With a wink in the detective's direction, he disappeared back into his lab to resume the autopsy of John Cena.

"I'm afraid my sister is not up to giving interviews just yet" The tall, blonde woman who had opened the door to Detective Bellamy now tried to shut it again. He flashed her his badge

"She's going to have to"

The woman frowned and let him in "I didn't catch your name"

"Tyler" he smiled. He quickly caught himself-this woman had some effect on him "Detective Tyler Bellamy"

"Of course" Her words came out in a purr. Tyler sensed she was good with men "I'm Charlotte, Elodie's younger sister"

She led him into what he presumed was the living room. It seemed warm, even though the colour scheme-beige, brown and cream-was hardly rich. The fire in the corner of the room was lit, and to his surprise, it was real.

"What can I do for you Detective?" Tyler turned to look at the woman who had spoken and instantly recognised her as Elodie Cena.

"You can start by telling me why your husband had chloroquine in his system" Bellamy said and accepted the offer to sit down. He looked at the shorter woman who had indicated to a chair for him-Holy shit, was that Becky Rhodes? Three beautiful women in one room. With him. He cast his eyes skyward as Elodie began to talk, silently thanking God for giving him this case. It'd be easy as pie to crack.

"...So, if you took a blood sample from me, I'd presume that I'd have chloroquine in my system" Elodie smiled and took the mug of coffee her sister had brought her.

Bellamy blinked. It'd be easy to crack, alright. If he could concentrate on anything but her face.

"What my sister is saying" Charlotte dove into the questioning "Is that they both required chloroquine for malaria prevention as they were going to Trinidad on their honeymoon"

"Could you also explain the large amounts of cocaine and PCP in his system?" Tyler fixed Elodie with a steely glare and she glared back

"Could you explain why a post mortem has been carried out on my fiance's body?"

The detective looked at Charlotte and then Becky. Finally he returned his glare to Elodie "Because somebody killed him"

Charlotte stifled a giggle. He was like a bad episode of Law and Order, this guy. It appeared that on his list of how to question suspects, being melodramatic was outlined and written in red.

"That's all well and good, but what does it have to do with Eadoin?" Becky asked. She mentally kicked herself "Or Elodie, which birth certificate have you got?"

"Elodie E. LeRoux Reine-Taylor. Born 1980 on the 17th of April. Parents Rab Taylor and Marie-Louis LeRoux Reine."

Eadoin rolled her eyes "There was me thinking that the police knew everything. My real name is Eadoin Elodie LeRoux Reine-Taylor"

Charlotte smiled "Literally translated, our last name means The Red Queen. Taylor kind of ruins it though"

"You're a blonde?" Bellamy asked, bemused

Charlotte confirmed this and pointed out that Eadoin was indeed a red head "And most definitely should be a queen"

The three women smiled at each other as Tyler checked his notes "Charlotte Aoife, born 1983 on the 24th of May"

"Well done. Now guess her age" Charlotte threw her head back in laughter as she pointed to Becky.

"Rebecca Runnels, born 1984 on the 1st of July." Tyler cursed himself. He was supposed to be questioning these women, instead he was laughing and being tested on trivia.

Eadoin turned to face him "I don't want this information to get to the press...Tyler, was it?" as he nodded she clasped hold of his hand "My husband was an addict. For a time, so was I. I'm clean now, of course, thanks to my sister and Becky. This is a very hard time for me, Detective Bellamy."

He nodded; speechless "I'll be in touch, Miss LeRoux Reine Taylor"

As he left the room, Eadoin smiled "Mrs Cena, if you don't mind."

"Of course, of course." Charlotte saw him to the door and slammed it shut behind him.

She returned to the room, a smirk spread a cross her face "He might think he's good. But we know we're better"