Charlotte nodded. “Porter was in good health. There's no way he simply died of natural causes, even at his age. He's not quite seventy yet. I demand answers right away, Sheriff.”
While April listened to Charlotte execute the call, I cornered one of the EMTs, a woman I'd met when she taught a first aid and safety course on campus. “Any idea what happened?”
She sighed, tucking a rogue strand of dark hair behind her ear. “I'm not trained to provide a cause of death, Kellan. Nor should I comment on anything without the coroner being onsite.”
“Right, I understand. I just mean, it looks weird. He seemed to have bumped his head a few times, and there's that white powder all over his coat. Blood on the table leg and floor, and his face is all red and contorted. With those blue lips, I presume i
