Face-planted on the driveway, about ten feet away from her cute little blue Toyota, car keys in one hand. She’d probably been carrying her purse with the other, but it was at the edge of the drive, where, presumably, she had dropped it. Her wallet and the small case in which she carried her reading glasses had tumbled out.
She was not moving. From where Victor stood, he couldn’t even see her back going up and down ever so gently, an indication that she might still be alive.
He put his juice glass on the counter and decided maybe it would be a good idea to go outside and take a closer look.
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