RED, GREEN, OR MURDER - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)

Chapter Five
The yellow ribbon blocking the kitchen door was down, the
kitchen empty, George’s body gone. Just like that. Phil Borman
stood out on the front step, smoking. He held onto the screen
door as if the light breeze might tear it from its flimsy hinges. I
heard him talking to someone out on the front step, a neighbor
perhaps.
“There’s something apropos in all this,” Maggie Borman said.
She reached out a hand to me and used my grip as leverage to
rise from the sofa.
“How so?”
She held my hand in both of hers. “Dad wouldn’t have
wanted to wait around until he didn’t have the strength to lift
a fork, Bill. He said as much to me on a dozen occasions, you
know. And more often here recently, after his last stroke. I think
he could see what was coming.” She reached out and retrieved
George’s unused alert button from the top of the piano. “Even
this,” she said. “I bought this for him.” Maggie looked up at me,
eyes appealing. “There it was on top of the piano, untouched.
I wonder now if it could have saved his life.”
“Probably not,” I said. “But we’ll never know. George was
George, Maggie. That’s all there is to it. He knew what he
wanted.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” she said. “He missed Mama so much.”
She turned toward the kitchen just in time to see Estelle drop the
small evidence bag holding George’s fork into the briefcase.