Murder at the Arlington
11 min readMar 18, 2024
A Sydney Lockhart Mystery: Chapter 21
I’m not sure how long I sat there, holding Ruth in my arms. Right after we’d taken cover, I heard excited voices in the distance. Maybe a scream, I couldn’t be sure. Now all was silent. Ruth’s breathing was steady, but the blood was beginning to soak through her shirt. I pulled the scarf from her head and lifted up her shirt collar. It was a small wound — shot through the shoulder…
