“Oil?” Joyce was dumbfounded. “Why would there be oil in front of the restroom?”

“I’ve no idea either, but it definitely feels like it,” Natalie replied tentatively.

“Let me have a look.” Joyce helped her over to the side so that her friend would be able to prop herself up against the wall before she let go. The former then returned to the restroom door before bending down to investigate the floor.

She noticed the glisten of some watery substance near the spot where Natalie had slipped and fallen earlier.

“This should be it.” The observant woman said as she reached out and dabbed an index finger into the suspicious liquid. Her eyes widened as she rubbed it between her thumb. “It really is oil, Nat.”


“It is as I have suspected.” The fingers on Natalie’s supporting hand tightened against itself.

Having water outside of the restroom floor was nothing out of the ordinary.

The presence of oil, however, suggested something else. More significant to this discovery was that it was there only when she came out. This was proof of foul play, and she had a good idea of who the culprit might be.

“Let me have a whiff of it, Joyce. I want to know what kind of oil it is!” Natalie said in a low voice.

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