Chapter Three
WYATT HAD ALREADY CALLED Ramsay, Meadow’s husband and the chief of police in Dappled Hills. By the time Beatrice reached Gerald’s business, a factory that manufactured pimento cheese, named Dappled Hills Pimento Cheese, Ramsay was already grimly cordoning off the business so that any arriving employees wouldn’t disturb the crime scene.
Wyatt was pale and looked shaken. He gave Beatrice a hug as she approached.
“That must have been awful,” she said, squeezing him tightly.
“It was. It was just the unexpectedness of it. The fact that I was going in for a meeting and then, this.” His face was drawn.
“And you said it didn’t appear that Gerald’s death was natural?” asked Beatrice.
He shook his head. “No. I mean, I didn’t see exactly what could have killed him. He wasn’t blood
