Bloody Good by Georgia Evans - Supernatural Battle for WWII 01

sent a shiver down Alice’s back. “Was he in pain, d’you think, Doctor?” Certainly sounded like it. “That’s what the postmortem will establish.” Declining a belatedly offered cup of tea, Alice went back to the kitchen. Seemed somehow very sad that poor Fred Morgan was laid out on the very table where he’d no doubt tucked into Muriel’s generous cooking. “What d’you think, Doctor?” Sergeant Jones asked. “Call for them to come get him in the morning?” They were asking her, and she had no idea. Brytewood residents tended to die peacefully in their beds, not like this. “Think we should call the detectives in from Leatherhead?” PC Parlett suggested. The sergeant shook his head. “Not unless the doctor thinks so.” “Do we have any reason to suspect foul play?” Both shook their heads. Alice tamped down the feeling of unease. “Let’s see what the coroner has to say.” Gran was waiting when she finally got home. “You’ll be needing a nice cup of cocoa. Have a seat, Alice, and I’ll warm up the milk.” Alice hung up her coat, kicked off her shoes, and gladly accepted a couple of Osbourne biscuits and a mug of cocoa, which came, she noticed at the first sip, with a generous tot of rum. “Trying to knock me out, Gran?” “No, love, but you looked so peaky when you came in, I decided you needed a little warm-up. Was it bad?” Good question. “No death is easy, is it? But this was…” How the heck could she describe it? Gran waited as Alice took another drink and let her mind sort out the possible adjecti