She looked up at Richard who met her gaze with a weak, ‘Is it?’
‘Richard, I’m afraid we have a body.’
He inched closer, peering down tentatively, eager to see and plainly repulsed all at once.
‘Who is it?’ he said.
What a question!
She decided to humour him.
‘No idea. Female, that seems clear.’
‘I can see that. For heaven’s sake close the eyes on the thing. I can’t stand to look at her gazing at us like that.’
‘Then look away.’
‘Just do it, please.’
He was sounding hysterical. Clarissa obliged, even though she didn’t like interfering with the evidence.
‘What do we do now?’ he said.
She felt her impatience rise.
‘I thought a crime writer would know all about this.’
‘Writing crime is not the same.’ He sounded defensive. Then he said, ‘We should contact the police.’
Which might
