Stella Rae gave him a sideways glance. “I had lasik three weeks ago. You’re just noticing now?”
They stood at the foot of a limp body half buried in the muddy dirt behind Thompson’s Hardware.
“Whaddaya think? Two hours, maybe three?”
Stella Rae referred to John’s judgment on these things. Twenty-five years’ experience as Starke’s sheriff gave him the benefit of wisdom when assessing how long a body’s been dead.
As a former nurse, Stella Rae had also seen plenty of dead bodies in her career but few were older than a few hour