We arrived at the apartment complex where the crime happened. It was on the third floor, and there were two officers standing outside the door. Emily and I flashed our badges to show who we are.

“Oh, wow this must be a serious case for the FBI to be here.” the officer on the right said.

“Uh no, Chief Nguyen said your station was understaffed, and we said we could help.” I put away my badge and took out a notepad. “Can you give me the details of what happened here?”

“Of course, we received a call from dispatch that there someone died at a party. When we arrived, we found four people inside and one dead body.” The officer on the left said. As he opened the door. “We can stay here while you investigate the scene of the crime.”

Standing in the apartment's Livingroom, we looked. There were two gentlemen sitting on the couch. One was holding the other in his arms as he cried. Across from them was a girl with a box of tissues wiping tears from her eyes. There was another girl typing on her phone. Across the room, I could see a dining room table with food and a body face down on a plate.

“Hello everyone, I am Detective Morningstar, and this is Detective Dickinson.” I said, pointing to Emily behind me with her hood up. “Can someone show us where the body is?”

“I will. Filip was my boyfriend.” The girl, who was sitting with a box of tissues, walked over to me with her hand outstretched. “My name is Milia, by the way.”

“Oh, look at the slut already moving on to the new hot piece of ass.” The man drying said, “You couldn’t wait before my brother was in the grave to jump to a new man.”

“Don’t mind him. He is going through a lot right now. Elijah didn’t mean to call you a hot piece of ass.” The man holding the crying Elijah said.

“Calvin, you're being a wonderfully great boyfriend, but please don’t try to correct me. I meant what I said.” Elijah said, blowing his nose.

“Could you guys like to take this more seriously? Were officially in a crime scene now.” the girl tapping on her phone said. “I mean were all innocent because we all at the same foods and Filip probably had an allergic reaction or something.”

“Elijah didn’t have allergies, Bethany. You can take your bitch attitude and go somewhere else!” Elijah shouted, pointing a finger.

“Hey! Language!” Emily said beside me.

Elijah slowly lowered his hand, and a twinge of regret came across his face. “I’m sorry, detective.” He said, blowing his nose.

Emily folded her arms and wore a frown that almost said, Damn Straight.

“As you can see, we are one big happy group. Let me show you were Filip is.” Milia said. We walked over to the kitchen.

“She’s oddly calm for someone that lost their soulmate.” Emily whispered to me.

“We all grieve differently, Emily; she will probably let it out when everyone leaves.” I whispered back.

“I’m just saying it’s strange…” Emily stopped what she was saying as we reached the kitchen and dining area.

Filip laid face down in his own vomit. In front of him was a large bowl of beans and other vegetables. A wooden spoon sits sticking out of the bowl. Around the table were glasses filled with a pinkish drink. The other plate had burgers with a small bowl of the beans and vegetables.

“We don’t know what happened. We were all eating and drinking pretty much the same things. He is vegan, so he decided to just have the three-bean, wild rice salad. But he wasn’t allergic to any food, so we don’t know what happened.” Milia said. As she described what happened, she stared at the ground.

“What was the reason you all came together? Is it someone’s birthday? A celebration?” Emily said jotting something down on her notepad.

“Once a month, we have dinner together. I usually cook and then we play games in the living room.” Milia said.

“Okay, thank you. Can you take a seat? Detective Morningstar and I are going to take a look at body before we have the technicians carry the body out.” Emily said. Milia nodded, and she joined the group.

Emily looked at me with a stern face, handing me the notepad it read ‘Milia murdered her boyfriend.’

Raising an eyebrow, I took out my pen and wrote ‘How can you be so sure’

‘I just have a bad feeling about her. I’ll go talk to them some more.’ Emily wrote before walking over to the group.

With Emily’s hunch in mind, I walked over to the body. Changing the setting on my toxicology reporter I changed it to analysis, then tapping the power button to my detective glasses I got to work. Alright Filip tell me how your died…well not really, then they sent us out here for nothing.

I stab one of the probes into the vomit. The crime scene engineering team was able to perfect the tool, if there is a known compounds the results are almost instant. Filip died from arsenic poisoning. But how?

Using the probe, I stabbed each of the three-bean, wild rice salad, all had arsenic in them. I checked the smoothie, all were poisoned. It would seem everyone was somewhat poisoned. But why was Filip the only one that died. I had my answer when I checked the burger. Now the question was, why did she do it?