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“That depends,” Kanesha said. “If we had medical or dental records to check against, it might be sooner. But given how long ago this probably happened, those might not be available. All we have to go on at the moment is that the remains are those of an adult female, and that diamond and emerald ring has been identified as belonging to Mrs. Partridge.”

“I see,” An’gel said. “Thank you for the update. We’ll keep this to ourselves, of course.”

“Good. We won’t be releasing that news yet,” Kanesha said. “I need to talk to Mr. Partridge again to see what he can tell us about his sister-in-law. Who her doctors were and so on.”

“I can tell you that,” An’gel said. “Elmo Gandy was her doctor. I don’t know about her dentist, though.”

“Thank you, Miss An’gel. I’ll be talking with you later, I’m sure.” Kanesha ended the call.

An’gel gave the handset back to Clementine.

“It was about Callie, wasn’t it?” Dickce asked.

“This can’t go any further than this room,” An’gel said. Dickce and Clementine nodded. “Yes, it was about Callie. The expert they consulted says the remains were definitely not from an old burial. They’re too recent.”

“So we know where Callie was now, these past four decades,” Dickce said. “I kept hoping, maybe foolishly, that it wouldn’t be her we found.”

“I know,” An’gel said. “I wanted to think she was alive and happy somewhere.”

“How old do you think she was when she died?” Dickce asked. “I’m thinking she was close to thirty.”

“That sounds about right,” An’gel replied. “I know she was several years younger than Hadley and probably nearly fifteen years younger than Hamish. I think he was about a year older than me.”

“How long’s it going to be before they know for sure who it is?” Clementine asked.

“It could take weeks, if not months,” An’gel said. “They’ll be trying to find dental and medical records for her, because those could give them the information they need.”

“Elmo Gandy should be able to help, then,” Dickce said.

“He should be able to,” An’gel said. “I hope they can identify her quickly so she can be given a proper burial.”

Dickce yawned suddenly. “My goodness,” she said. “I guess after that good breakfast, I’m feeling sleepy.”

“We both had an interrupted night,” An’gel said. She tried to resist but she couldn’t help yawning either.

“I think y’all better go upstairs and take a little nap,” Clementine said. “Nothing you can do right now anyway, might as well get some rest.”

“I think you’re right.” Dickce stood. “I suspect I’ll be dragging this afternoon if I don’t rest now.” She looked at the cat nestled in her arms. “Endora, would you like to go upstairs with me?”

Endora, thus addressed, stirred and looked up at Dickce. She yawned, then meowed. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

An’gel rose to follow her sister out of the kitchen. Peanut woofed at her. “I suppose you want to go with me?”

Peanut wagged his tail and woofed again. “Come along, then.”

She paused at the door to turn back and speak to the housekeeper. “Did Benjy say whether he would be back in time for lunch?”

Clementine nodded. “Said he was going to have lunch in town. He’s expecting to be at the library a good part of the day, he said.”

An’gel thanked her and headed for the stairs. Peanut loped ahead. Dickce was already on the landing above her when she started up. She heard her sister’s door close when she was halfway to the top. An’gel proceeded up the stairs where she found Peanut waiting at her bedroom door. She opened the door and followed him in, thinking about Benjy’s research at the library. She hoped he could find some kind of clue that might lead them to Coriander Simpson. If Callie’s former housemaid was still alive, she might know something that could shed light on what happened at Ashton Hall all those years ago.

An’gel changed into a gown and climbed into bed. Peanut, after circling one spot several times, curled up at the corner of the bed near her feet, and went to sleep.

An’gel was tired, but she wasn’t expecting to fall asleep right away. Her mind felt too busy to allow her to relax enough. She kept picturing Arliss in a hospital bed, hooked up to the Lord only knew how many wires. She prayed that Arliss would recover and not be left paralyzed. She also prayed that Kanesha would soon get to the bottom of these vicious attacks and expose the guilty person.

Before long she drifted off, hazily aware of the dog’s gentle breathing. She came out of a sound sleep sometime later when she heard her cell phone ringing insistently on the bedside table. Still groggy, she picked it up and peered at the caller’s phone number. The name attached to it was L. B. Turnipseed. That brought her completely awake.

“Hello.” She identified herself and waited for Mrs. Turnipseed to respond. Peanut looked at her reproachfully for being awoken. He put his head down and watched her while she talked.

“I reckon you know who this is,” the woman said.

“I do, Mrs. Turnipseed,” An’gel replied. “I trust you’re doing well this morning.”