Chapter 12Fort Keeps, NY — Adirondacks — October 1912
Sheriff O'Sullivan couldn't get warm. Fresh coffee perked over an open flame on the iron stove. He blew into cupped hands and then tucked them under his arms. “So what do we have here?”
“Trying to determine a time of death.” Dr. John Marr had Alice on his examination table. With his gold spectacles low on his nose, the man squinted as he lifted up an arm. “I believe she is still in the stages of rigor mortis, despite how cold the body is and not algor mortis. I suspect the Crosby girl has been dead between three to eight hours and no more. Also, I've checked under her fingernails, but didn't find much of anything.”
O'Sullivan poured himself a mug of coffee, then held it with both hands, appreciative of the warmth provided. “I don't s
