Arriving on scene, the Chief Constable recognized the girl from around town, Jill Something-or-Other. She was a mess of bruises and cuts. All in all, she’d fared better than her companion. The entire top of the lad’s head was a bloody ruin.
Frowning, his deputy came over, “Says she and her friend Jack headed up the pathway to that old well. She claims he lost his footing on the way down and she injured herself trying to save him.”
The Constable shrugged, “Okay. Finish things up here then get back to looking for Tom Piperson and that damned stolen pig.”