Chapter Eleven
Beatrice automatically handed the leash to Wyatt. “I’ll see if she’s all right. Can you call Ramsay?”
Beatrice moved cautiously forward, trying not to disturb any potential evidence in case there was foul play. She crouched on the ground at peered at the woman’s face and then sighed. Beatrice reached out to feel for a pulse and then said, “Tell Ramsay it’s Minerva Lundy. She’s dead.” She glanced to the side as a metal object caught her eye. “It looks as if she’s been hit on the head with a heavy wrench.”
Wyatt was grimly speaking to Ramsay as Beatrice made her way carefully back to the path.
“He’s on his way,” said Wyatt quietly. They both stared at the slumped figure and then Wyatt gave a brief but heartfelt prayer.
After a moment or two, Beatrice said, “As I recall, M
