Chapter Three

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Chapter Three “Well, that’s what we were all guessing. But you usually don’t herd people around and question them over natural deaths. Didn’t Caspian simply die in his sleep?” asked Meadow. Ramsay said grimly, “I don’t think so. I can’t be sure, but I think his death was made to look that way. I believe he might have been smothered by a pillow.” He paused and then asked them, “Did you notice anything unusual about his eyes?” Beatrice thought about this. She’d noticed him rolling his eyes at Meadow and noticed the cold looks he gave his children. But she didn’t notice anything specific about them. She shook her head slowly and Meadow and Wyatt did, too. “They weren’t especially bloodshot?” asked Ramsay. “No, I’d have noticed that,” said Beatrice. “The pathologist will need to see if h

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