Stork Raving Mad: A Meg Langslow Mystery (A Meg Lanslow Mystery)

had admitted to putting his sleeping medicine in Dr. Wright’s tea.
    Had they both done it, giving Dr. Wright an overdose?
    Or was one—or both—of them lying about what they’d put in the tea? If you substituted a couple of Señor Mendoza’s heart pills for sleeping meds, would that be enough to kill her? Either alone or in combination with a dose of sleeping medicine?
    And how many people had been drugging Dr. Wright’s tea,anyway? Were Ramon and Bronwyn the only ones? Even if they’d all only been using sleeping medicine rather than Señor Mendoza’s heart pills, what if the total dosage had reached a lethal level? Ramon’s Valium probably wasn’t going to kill anyone, but I didn’t know for sure that was what they’d been using. A question for Dad.
    And clearly I needed to rethink using Danny Oh as my main source of online dirt. He had too much incentive to protect Bronwyn. He’d clearly do anything for her, including lying about what he’d seen her do.
    And maybe doing what he could to make Ramon look guilty?
    And—
    “Meg? You okay?”
    I started and looked up to see Josh, the leader of the interns, peering into the laundry room.
    “Josh! How long have you been there?” I pulled the laundry basket off my head.
    “Here in the doorway about thirty seconds,” he said. “In the basement since you came in. I was behind some boxes, hooking up some cables. I was going to come out and see what you wanted, but then you ducked into the laundry room and I figured if you wanted to eavesdrop on Danny and Bron, why should I spoil it for you?”
    “Thanks,” I said.
    “Do you need a hand?”
    I pondered the question.
    “Probably,” I said.
    With Josh’s help, I managed to extract myself from thelaundry heap. He courteously pulled up a chair that looked sturdy enough to hold me, and I sat down with murmured thanks.
    “Did you just come in to spy on Danny?” he asked.
    “Yes and no,” I said. I glanced around. “Anyone else hiding under their desk?”
    “The others all went off to a database management class,” he said. “Except for Danny, who’s been cutting class, as usual, so he could hang around and maybe get a glance from Bronwyn.”
    “You’re not taking database management?”
    He laughed and sat down in a chair at one of the computers.
    “I took it three years ago, when I was a junior,” he said. “I’m the token grown-up here. Regular Mutant Wizards staff. Assigned to oversee the student interns.”
    He didn’t look appreciably older than the others to me. Of course, ever since I’d hit thirty-five, I’d had a hard time telling college students from junior high schoolers.
    “I may need your help,” I said. “I’m beginning to rethink the wisdom of using Danny Oh as my sole information source.”
    “Rob was right to recommend him,” Josh said. “He has the right skill set. He did a lot of work on some enhancements we did to the college e-mail system.”
    “Mutant Wizards is doing work for the college?” I said in surprise. “Since when?”
    “Since we set up that new corporate subsidiary a few months ago,” he said. “Data Wizards. Someone pointed out to Rob that we had the personnel to do it, and an inside track due to having such close connections to the computer science department.”
    Clearly I needed to catch up on what Rob was up to.
    “But getting back to Danny,” I said. “He might have had the right skill set, but at the time I talked to Rob, we didn’t have a murder, and Danny didn’t have a crush on one of the prime suspects.”
    “A crush?” Josh said. “That’s rich. Like calling World War II a skirmish. I’m relieved to hear it was Bronwyn who poisoned Dr. Wright. I’m sure Danny would have volunteered to do it if he knew Bron wanted it.”
    “We don’t know that Bron poisoned her,” I said. “She might have been telling the truth about what she put in the tea.”
    Josh snorted.
    “I gather Bron doesn’t seem like an improbable killer to you?” I asked.
    “Just the opposite,” he said. “She’s a manipulative bi—er, she’s manipulative. It would be one thing if Danny just had this random unrequited crush on her, but she’s lured him on to the point he’s barely sane. So yeah, if Bron’s a suspect, you can’t trust Danny to dig up any dirt on her. And if he digs up any on Ramon, I’d be very suspicious. In fact, I’ve been wondering if I should tell someone about this.”
    He got up and led me over to a