Fat-Free And Fatal (A Kate Jasper Mystery) - Plot & Excerpts
I let the breath out and pushed past Barbara, dropping to my knees beside the body. I grabbed Sheila’s wrist to feel for her pulse. The instant I touched her flesh, I knew I wouldn’t find one. Her body was too inert to be alive, her arm too heavy. But I desperately pressed my fingertips to her radial artery. I was right; no pulse. I laid my ear against her back and listened for breathing, in vain. I wondered frantically if I should turn her over. Bile rose in my throat. I didn’t want to see her full face. I had already glimpsed its blue-gray edge under her mass of blow-dried hair. Should I try to unwind the electrical cord from around her neck? A look told me it was wrapped too tightly. It was too late. She was dead. She had to be. I stood back up. I needed help. Then I heard the gurgling sound again. But it wasn’t coming from Sheila. It was coming from Barbara. She bent over Sheila, then knelt down where I had knelt a moment before. “Barbara…” I tried to say, but my voice didn’t make it past my throat.
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