Chapter Five
Beau watched the recently loaded coffin roll away on its first leg of a long journey home. He was the only embalming surgeon within a hundred miles of Winchester in any given direction. It wasn’t a popular practice and for most it was an expense they could do without. But when the opportunity came, it gave Beau hours of time alone. Time to think is what he had needed most and when word had arrived that his services were needed this last time, he’d been eager to retrieve the body and get to work. He could have made a lot more money if he’d stayed in Lynchburg or gone to Richmond. He’d come to Winchester instead, lead by instinct more than anything else
The end of his marriage had left a bitter, hard taste in Beau’s mouth. Christine had loved the cities, had thrived on them an
