Chapter Eight
It took Beatrice precisely three seconds to call Ramsay with shaking fingers after checking on Edie. Although she’d really known at once that Edie was dead from her lifeless eyes staring at her, she’d carefully tried to find a non-existent pulse. The few minutes it took Ramsay to arrive somehow felt like hours.
Beatrice and Miss Sissy stayed back on the sidewalk with the dog while Ramsay, soon joined by the state police still there in the town to investigate, blocked off the Kings’ yard and started making notes and taking photos. Miss Sissy was making all sorts of noises as they did . . . grunting and mumbling to herself.
Beatrice gave her a concerned look. “Miss Sissy, do you want to go home? It’s just right down the street and I’m sure Ramsay can speak with you there jus
