Chapter Four
“Miss Sissy?” called Beatrice, rushing toward the shrieking.
Miss Sissy exploded from the back of the house, hands waving, eyes wide. She clutched Wyatt’s arm. “Dead! Dead!”
“Ophelia is dead?” asked Wyatt, putting an arm around the old woman.
Miss Sissy nodded her head emphatically.
Beatrice said, “I’ll make sure we don’t need to call an ambulance.” She strode to the back of the house in the direction of Ophelia’s bedroom. There she saw Ophelia, dressed for the day, sprawled in the middle of the hall. Next to her was a bottle of wine. Beatrice checked for a pulse.
Wyatt, who had apparently deposited Miss Sissy somewhere outside of the house, came up behind her and sighed. “Anything?” he asked.
Beatrice shook her head. “Could you turn on that hall light?”
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