DEATH OF A BACON HEIRESS

“Pork Chop, what happened to you?”

Hayley bent down to pet the pig, whose eyes were wide with panic.

As she reached out with her hand, the pig backed away.

But he wasn’t frightened of her.

He was upset.

He waddled in the opposite direction, dragging the leash behind him.

Hayley stood up and followed him deeper into the gardens.

Pork Chop ran so far ahead of her she lost sight of him momentarily, but then she heard a wailing sound. It was an agonizing cry as if the poor pig was in pain. She followed the sound and came upon a muddy area where a sprinkler system was timed to shower the foliage and grass. There she saw Pork Chop circling around a body lying face down in a mud puddle.

It was a woman.

Hayley gasped.

There was no question who it was judging by the inconsolable behavior of Pork Chop, who continued wailing and snorting.

It was bacon heiress Olivia Redmond.

And she was very much dead.