Chapter Twelve
BEATRICE TOOK A COUPLE of sips from her coffee cup in the hopes of gaining a bit more of the lost patience. “A natural death?”
“No, no, an unnatural one. A fisherman called Ramsay a little while ago and I’ve been stewing ever since. He found a body floating in the lake. And it’s Sandra Hughes!”
Beatrice knit her brows. “She drowned?”
“No, apparently her body was dumped there. Ramsay said she was hit on the back of her head with something. That’s all he really knows right now, but the state police are looking into it with him. Can you believe it?”
A cold chill went up Beatrice’s spine as she realized that she could believe it. She’d just had that odd conversation with Sandra a few days ago. But to Meadow, she just mumbled something about it being a terrible shock.
Meado
