Samantha steeled herself as she got out of her cab and met her friend at the curb of Heathrow airport. Her voice shook a little. "It's good to see you."

He pulled her into a hug. "I had to come. How are you handling? You look awful."

Samantha's eyes were red and puffy. "Not well, I'm really shook up. The police think that I did it, but they can't prove it. No evidence."

Jacob put his hand in hers. "Well I'm here now. You'd never do anything like this, I'm positive. They know for a fact it was murder?"

"Had to be. How else would methyl alcohol get into three people's drinks?" Samantha sniffed. "I'm exhausted. Let's head back to my hotel room. Do you have a place to stay?"

Jacob grimaced. "I hadn't gotten that far; when I heard, I just jumped on a plane."

"You can stay with me, that is if you don't mind staying with someone under suspicion of murder." Samantha looked down, ashamed.

Jacob squeezed her hand and kissed her. When he pulled away, all he said was, "I don't care. I love you, and we'll get through this. Together."

They got in a cab together, and Samantha gave the address of her hotel. After paying, they went up the elevator to her hotel room.