Victor nodded, his gaze direct and firm. “Absolutely, ma’am. I’ve been working here for fifteen years. I’ve never meddled in a customer’s life, but I couldn’t stay silent about this. I wouldn’t be able to sleep.”
“Did you tell anyone else?”
“No, ma’am. I came straight to you. I thought… well, that you should know.”
I took a deep breath, trying to force my thoughts into some semblance of order. “Victor, thank you for your honesty. Would you mind if I kept the glass to have it checked?”
“I already took care of that,” he replied, pulling a sealed plastic evidence bag from his pocket. Inside was my juice glass. “I was going to suggest the same. If you want to have it tested, well, the proof is right here.”
I took the bag with trembling hands. “I don’t know how to thank you.”
“You don’t have to, Mrs. Helen. Just be careful. People who do these kinds of things are dangerous.”