Chapter 9Simon and Constable Potter stared down at the body on the slab before them. Simon looked up at the pathologist standing on the other side. Potter was a bit pale but holding up all right, silently determined not to disgrace himself—he’d asked to come in with Simon. Said he’d like to learn. The makings of a good officer, there.
“So you agree with the village doctor? Most likely the blow to the head that killed her?”
The man nodded, moustaches trembling. “Yes. I think she tried to flee from her attacker…the marks on the soles of her feet, you see? And then when that became impossible, she turned to fight them off. And then she fell and perhaps struck her head…or perhaps was struck with something. I think there was a fight, regardless. You can see the beginnings of bruises on the ar
