Chapter Seven
Olive rushed past me toward the body while I dug in my bag for my phone. She dropped to her knees and started feeling for a pulse. We needed to call 911! I couldn’t believe we’d been in this house at least an hour, with people traipsing in and out, and no one noticed a dead woman lying on the floor in the upstairs bedroom.
Who was she? What was she doing here? She looked about the same age as Deborah, which put her in her late forties or early fifties. As far as I knew, no one lived with Miriam, but maybe she was an aide or someone here to help with the sale? The woman wore a pair of gray leggings and a pink sweater. I didn’t remember seeing anyone in that outfit downstairs, but I probably wouldn’t have noticed while they were walking around.
Her head was twisted to one si
