I also had a small jar of the tainted chamomile tea leaves hidden under my mattress in the staff quarters.

If the security team searched my room and my person, they would find them.

Mrs. Higgins would claim I was the one poisoning the child, and the evidence would be right there in my hands.

I had to get rid of the evidence before they started the search.

“Frank, start with the staff quarters,” Matteo ordered. “Then search the kitchen and my study.”

“Yes, sir,” Frank said, reaching for his radio.

“I will assist them,” Mrs. Higgins said quickly, her eyes darting to me.

“No,” Matteo said. “You will stay here. All of you will stay in the main living room while the search is conducted.”

This was my only chance.

“May I go to the restroom first, sir?” I asked, keeping my voice as calm as possible.

Mrs. Higgins glared at me. “She is going to flush something.”

Matteo looked at me, his expression unreadable.

“Frank, escort her to the hallway restroom,” Matteo said. “Wait outside the door.”

“Yes, sir,” Frank said.