A Sleeping LifeThe body found under the hedge was that of a middle aged woman, biggish and gaunt. The grey eyes were wide and staring, and in them Detective Chief Inspector Wexford thought he saw a sardonic gleam, a glare, even in death, of scorn. But that must have been his imagination, and imagination was almost all he had to go on The body found under the hedge was that of a middle aged woman, biggish and gaunt. The grey eyes were wide and staring, and in them