Chapter 9
Dearne pulled off his boots and propped himself up on the bed which was small but pleasantly comfortable, and read the memorial again.
“It’s definitely me,” he said to Will, who was pacing the room.
“I thought so. What the hell is going on?”
Dearne shook his head, his heart still thumping. “I wish to God I knew.”
“It would appear someone has gone to a lot of trouble to sell your property and then kill you off. Can you think of anyone who would benefit from doing that? Who would be the beneficiary in your will?”
“I don’t have a great deal to leave. I amended my will when I inherited Denton and bequeathed it to Araminta. I knew there was a pretty good chance I wouldn’t make it back and I wanted her to have somewhere away from Holbrook. He isn’t very tolerant of her.”
Will’s
