“Sorry, what?” I asked, sounding stupid even to myself.
My partner, Jackson grinned at me, the sun glinting off of his mechanical eye, and amusement shining in his normal one. “I'll bet you the murder was done by poison.”
“Why do you always say 'poison' every time there's a murder?” I asked as he walked up the stairs in front of me. I trailed behind, rolling my shoulders and frowning. I wasn't very popular with the brass anymore, not since I'd exposed the scandal and the back-door deals that they all were making.
“Statistically, murders are most commonly done with poison,” Jackson informed me.