CHAPTER 13
“It’s confirmed I’m afraid. She must have felt terrible and gone to bed, where she probably lay until the end, unable to summon any help, poor woman.”
Paul Trent had just completed the rudimentary post-mortem on Mabel Thorndyke’s remains. He’d seen enough to reveal the cause of the old lady’s death. Hilary Newton stared at the open chest cavity of the woman who must have died in a state of fear and bewilderment, not to mention the pain she must have endured. As a doctor, Hilary had seen death on many occasions, but something about the way Mabel had met her end seemed to Hilary to be more than cruel. There she’d lain in bed in her home, within yards of people walking and cycling, or driving past her front door, and yet she’d been so ill that she’d been unable to call out or eve
