Something always came up, and the last case had been particularly beastly.Ī string of bodies in rural Sussex, all women, all similarly mutilated-a policeman’s worst nightmare. New Scotland Yard didn’t officially require newly promoted Detective Superintendents to work themselves into early coronaries, but August Bank Holiday had slipped easily into September, and he’d gone right on accumulating his time off. The last few weeks’ grind must be catching up with him, he thought, shrugging away the faint sense of foreboding. The clouds shifted again, the vision fading as swiftly as it had come, and he felt an odd shiver of loss at its passing. The scene seemed set off in time as well as space, and gave him the sensation of viewing a living tapestry, a world remote and utterly unattainable. As he turned the car into the lane, a shaft of sun broke through the clouds and lit a patch of rolling Yorkshire moor as if someone had thrown the switch on a celestial spotlight.ĭrystone walls ran like pale runes across the brilliant green of pasture, where luminous sheep nibbled, unconcerned with their importance in the composition.
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