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"This way , gentlemen," she said and took them up the porch steps to Grandma Polly's room.
Gil Franklin chuffed up the stairs with surprising speed. Either he had somewhere else to be or the thought of a dead body was a treat of the highest order. His leather-soled loafers clattered across the wood, drowning out the embarrassing click of Anna's heels.
"Gil, hold up a minute," Sheriff Jones hollered as the coroner steamed through the door, thrusting his considerable self into the small crime scene. Gil Franklin didn't hear or chose to ignore the request. Anna suspected the latter.
"Jesus, Mary 'n' Joseph," the sheriff muttered.
Fler smakbitar hittar man hos Mari. Ha en trevlig söndag!