It was a lethal poison, injected via a clever needle and syringe into a bottle of very expensive champagne in a Gentleman's Club. It was meant to kill a minor crime boss since it was his favorite year, but his wife broke her arm.
It sat there for years, too expensive, until the Club closed, and it was lifted by one of the girls, and then it bounced around, until eventually the wife of a minor crime boss got it for him.
If she'd known it was the same one she'd poisoned before, she could have saved the second dose.
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