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the trees and the darkness becomes thick so that only white things show. Florence’s white T-shirt. Mum’s white hat. The white tent over the dig.
“What?” says Mum to Florence, their voices bouncing through the darkness. “A body? Are you sure?”
Thing is, we’re not sure.
Uncertain, we glance at each other as we tell the
policeman who comes to the cottage. He’s meeting us here because it was going to take hours.They told Mum that when she rang. And they were right. I’ve almost forgotten what I saw when he finally turns up. There’s just one policeman because apparently there’s a wedding fight going on at a hotel in town and the remaining two police officers are caught up in that. He probably thought he had the easy job coming to see us, but he hasn’t met Florence.
He takes off his hat and scratches his head. He’s
had his hair cut recently and they’ve trimmed his
sideburns so that one’s shorter than the other. I
wonder if he knows. Also, there’s a thin trail of
sweat that’s still moving down his face, just in
front of his ear. “You sure there was something
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