However, Jim Thorne was bold. He'd gone to sneak a peek and told Nan about it as soon as he got back.
"She died with her eyes open—they wouldn't close. Her mouth was gaping, and her hands were frozen stiff like this. They couldn't even get her clothes on. Had to break her arms."
Jim Thorne gestured as he spoke, mimicking Phoenix Golding's hands clawing upwards and her terrified expression. Nan's heart skipped a beat. She had read her share of mystery novels in her past life, and an expression and posture like that clearly meant Phoenix Golding had been terrified. It likely wasn't an accidental fall.
"Jim, was Phoenix Golding face up or face down?"
Jim Thorne didn't understand. Nan asked more clearly, "When they found Phoenix Golding, was she lying face up or face down?"
"I don't know. You'd have to ask Fourth Grandpa. He's the one who led the men to fish her out."
