It helped that the woman’s face appeared less like her own the more she looked at it. She could see why Father Alun had been stunned to find her at King Owain’s headquarters, however, and why Gareth had taken the name of the Lord in vain. “Now that you’ve seen her, do you still think she was murdered yesterday evening?” Father Alun showed no signs of leaving them alone to do their work, even after Gwen had tried to get him to leave by asking to speak to his housekeeper. After a quick glance at Gareth, whose face indicated resignation, she resolved to ignore the priest’s wide eyes while she worked. “It has to be that recently,” Gareth said. “How do you know?” Father Alun said. “The body is cold and a little stiff,” Gwen said. Father Alun’s face went suddenly blank, like it had out in the graveyard. It was a look Gwen recognized as an instinctive balking at her bald statement. So much for ignoring his wide eyes. She’d spoken without thinking and now put out a hand to the priest.
