Chapter 23“She killed Mrs Fortescue?” Simon echoed, disbelievingly. Bloody hell. He’d been right. He’d only driven up on impulse. Thank God he had…he’d walked in on a real rumpus. But there was no doubt he was right…this was some sort of supernatural creature, not Miss Royce. Or not just Miss Royce, anyway.
“I did not kill her!” the woman exclaimed. Her voice was switching between her usual tones and a peculiar, flatter one that coincided with her eyes doing…that thing.
“She killed Mrs Fortescue,” Walter repeated, ignoring her. “Or the thing with her did. It chased her until she tripped and banged her head and then it put her in the pond.”
Walter glared at the woman as he spoke. “Which are you?” he asked her, ungrammatically. “Are you Miss Royce? Or her passenger?”
Simon gave him the o
