Unfortunately, Sylvia did not have a pulse when Wyatt checked it. Although it looked as if her death could have been an accident, Beatrice phoned Ramsay. Sylvia had lived next door to Summer—what if she’d seen or heard something that Summer’s killer wanted to stay secret?
Ramsay came right away, the state police in tow. He greeted them grimly outside the house, where they’d waited for him.
The police officers went inside to confirm Sylvia’s death and to tape off the scene. A few minutes later, Ramsay came back outside.
“It does look like foul play,” he said soberly.
Miss Sissy made a hissing noise.
Ramsay said to her, “I’m sorry, Miss Sissy. If it makes you feel better, I’m sure your friend never knew what was happening to her.”
“Vase was missing,” muttered the old woman.
“What
