"Oh, this must mean Miranda didn't tell you anything," Evans mused, shaking his head. "What a waste. That poor herbalist… died for nothing."
He said it all so casually as if he weren't talking about the senseless murder of an innocent person. "The herbs themselves weren't much. Just a little something that boosts plant growth. But—we found… other uses for them."
"Him," he pointed lazily toward Alfonso. "Richard." He pointed to the man still standing stiffly by the wooden beam. "And I found out that the herbs were capable of slowly killing a person, so we bought them. Do you know what we did with them? We paid Miranda to use them on Mother. She didn't die because of some unknown sickness. She died because we poisoned her."
