Bloody Awful

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Georgia Evans. Bloody Awful

“CAN YOU GIVE US A CAUSE OF DEATH, DOCTOR?”

BLOODY AWFUL. GEORGIA EVANS

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Chapter Forty

BLOODY GOOD

BLOODY RIGHT

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It seemed so obvious. There was no bloody ripped-out throat as in Farmer Morgan’s death last month, and Reg Brown was a habitual drunk; but given what had been going on in Brytewood the past few weeks, one couldn’t help wondering. Alice bent over the body and looked at his staring eyes, his pale skin, and his shrunken, narrow wrists. There hadn’t been a frost last night, but it had rained, and his clothes were still damp. He’d no doubt have caught pneumonia if he’d lived. He was thin. Wasted from alcohol. Pity they didn’t ration that!

She was about to stand and tell Sergeant Jones to go ahead and call for an ambulance to collect the body when she noticed a bruise on Reg’s neck: A faint mark, like a large insect bite.

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By the time the two boys were washed and changed, their bed made up with fresh sheets and the baby settled, to say nothing of making sure Jim hadn’t swallowed the end of the thermometer, Gloria was only too ready for home. She even declined the offer of a cup of tea.

“I’ll definitely ask Dr. Doyle to call,” she told Mrs. Grayson.

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