'Helen,' said Logan softly.
Robertson looked up.
'Jenny,' she said. 'Hi. A bad business, I'm afraid.' She turned back to the body but went on talking. 'As you can see, someone cut her throat with a knife. It's almost cut her head away from her body and there's a lot of blood.' She pointed at the ground near the body.
'Time of death...Probably between twoand three this afternoon.'