Chapter Twelve
BEATRICE CALLED RAMSAY first, right after she’d checked for Salome’s non-existent pulse with shaking hands. Then she stepped outside and waited by her car.
Ramsay was there within a couple of minutes, and the state police, still in town investigating Gerald’s death, were just behind him.
“In the kitchen,” said Beatrice quietly as the police entered the house and secured the scene.
A few minutes later, Ramsay came grimly back out. He shook his head. “You and Wyatt have had a bad week. I’m sorry, Beatrice.”
Beatrice shook her head and cleared her throat. “I’m sorry too, but mostly for Salome. She didn’t deserve this. And now, there’s a little girl who will be growing up without her mother.”
Ramsay flipped open his small notebook and sighed. “Okay if I ask you some questi
