Chapter 11
THE TIME FOR ITThe black bar of dried blood looked hideous in the fair hair, and the pathetically young if slightly puggy face beneath it was a dangerous colour, but there was life there.
Campion laid a hand on Clytie’s shuddering back.
‘It’s not going to happen,’ he said quietly. ‘Now then, how did you find him?’
From the other side of the sprawling body Charlie Luke, squatting on his haunches, nodded encouragement.
‘The doc’ll be here in a minute. He’s had a spiteful cosh by an expert but he’s young and he’s tough. Now come on, Missis.’
She did not raise her head. Her black silk hair made curtains across her cheeks.
‘I didn’t want anyone to know.’ Her voice was weary with pain. ‘I didn’t want anyone to know, but I thought he was dead. I thought he was dead. I thought h
