Cora Lee grasped Aunt Mary’s arm, as if she’d collapse without support. “I’d know that ring anywhere. It belonged to Louis.” Petal sat in the wing chair, the now disintegrated glove in her teeth, still making low growling noises. “Louis? What are you talking about? What ring? Oh. Oh, no.” Elizabeth squatted down and looked more closely at the scattered bones littering her floor. A couple of the smaller ones had rolled under the table, but several still lay where they had fallen, right in front of the chair. One thick short one had a ring on it. A gold band with a small red stone in the middle. Elizabeth put her hand out as if to touch it. “No. Don’t touch anything. We need to get the police. Now.” “That ring. It looks just like the one Mildred wears.” “I told you. They had matching rings. His was just bigger. Oh, Lord. Those bones. They’re Louis.
