Chapter Twelve
The next morning, Meadow called her. It was bright and early—early enough that Beatrice wasn’t even dressed yet.
“I’m trying to reach Sadie and I can’t get her on the phone,” fussed Meadow.
Beatrice sighed. “Meadow, she might not even be awake yet. It’s pretty early in the day. Why not just try again later?”
“But she told me that she was an early riser. I’ve decided to have the real guild meeting the day after Caspian’s funeral. I thought it would be a nice distraction after a hard day,” said Meadow.
“When is Caspian’s funeral?” asked Beatrice.
“I’ve no idea! And Ramsay is no help at all. He says that the police are finished with the autopsy and have released Caspian to the care of a funeral home. But I can’t get any information one way or the other. And the funeral ho
