“Or it may not,” said the lawman. “Perhaps you should take the lady back to the inn yourself.”
“Am I not a suspect?” Ewan asked acerbically.
“If even there was a crime,” Georgia said.
“I happen to know you’ve only been in town a short while, Mr. Parish.” The young man in blue wool fawned a bit. “Everyone knows that. The bones are old. Whatever happened to the flesh that once covered them, it didn’t happen by you and it didn’t happen recent.”