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blackened and now all I am asking for is the chance to answer my doubts and lay her memory
finally to rest.’

Frank slid out from under the Jag. ‘I’m truly sorry. Follow me.’

We climbed the few wooden steps to his office. It was padlocked as well as having a deadlock.

He went to the end of his office, turned on the computer and looked through his files.

He read it to himself and then turned to me.
‘The report is accurate and as I said, there are no extras, everything is there. It was an attempt to
make it look as though there had been a small leak from the petrol tank, which had allowed petrol
to drip onto the hot exhaust causing an explosion.

They probably used a small amount of smokeless powder to cause a split in the petrol tank,
detonated by wireless remote, just before she turned into the apartments, which accounts for the
eyewitness reports of seeing flames from under the car before the explosion consistent,
apparently, with a petrol leak.

They then detonated the plastic explosive just as she reached the garage. The wireless detonators
would have vaporised in that large explosion.

They might have got away with it if they had used a different explosive.

Commercial PEC9, however, has microscopic polymer particles added at manufacture, Synthetic
Programmable Micro Memory Polymer Strands to give them their full title, which are capable of
withstanding intense heat and pressure whilst still storing important information, such as who the
manufacturer was, when it was sold etcetera, in a physical state. Special equipment is required to
interpret the information in the taggant, which I do not have, of course, but it was enough to tell
me, as I confirmed in my report, your wife was murdered. I’m sorry.’

I had to lean on the doorpost for support. My worst nightmare had come true.

‘Are you feeling alright? Look sit here.’ Frank offered me his seat and I gratefully sat down.

‘It is probably the smell of the yeast. You get used to it when it has been with you for years.’

It was not that, of course, it was Anne’s murder and the knowledge that someone had altered the
report to make it seem an accident. Someone was doing a cover-up.

‘Do you think you could print me a copy?’

He thought for a while, shrugged his shoulders and pressed print.

I put the papers into my inside pocket, thanked Frank and made my way gingerly down the steps, I
still felt very shaky. A couple of paces from the gate and I deposited Gabriela’s Full English.

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