“What’s
all this about a dead body?”
“He’s
right there Edgar, behind the monument. There’s lots of blood on his head. He’s
dead.”
Edgar
stuck a thumb in his belt which disappeared under his belly overhang, and
glanced at the middle-aged body in workman’s clothes. “Says ‘Ken’ on his shirt.
Hard to tell from the blood on his face, but isn’t that Ken Spencer?” Have a wonderful week. Blessings,
Marianne
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