Chapter Thirty-Two
HopelessGordon Randall stared at the body hanging limply on the wrought iron bannister, the garrote still clutched in one hand. It was very clear what had happened. He could see the marks of the scuffle in the snow and the place where Headley’s boot had slipped. He motioned to the two men standing with him, and together they lifted Headley off the fence. Randall motioned toward the door and they carried him into Rachel’s room.
Randall pointed to the bathroom. “Grab a towel and wrap it around his head. And then we’ll put him in one of these blankets and take him out to the cottage before it gets light.”
Randall shook his head in disbelief while Jamison fetched the towel. Headley had been his best man since the days they fought side by side in the jungles of Vietnam. It
