Eat this special cupcake, it’s to calm your pregnancy nerves” — The woman poisoned with arsenic at her own baby shower by her husband and his assistant.

I can imagine you sitting in the waiting room of Saint Jude Hospital, your head in your hands, pretending to sob into Clara’s shoulder. You think you’ve won. You think the autopsy will read “eclampsia” or “sudden cardiac arrest.” You have already mentally spent the half-million-dollar life insurance policy. You’re probably picturing the yacht.
But you didn’t count on one variable. You didn’t count on Dr. Arturo Benítez.