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  1. CRITICAL ACCLAIM FOR LEIGH RUSSELL
  2. Glossary of acronyms
  3. Prologue
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‘A team has arrived here to assess the site,’ he said. ‘We’ll take it from here, sir. If you’d like to step away.’

All at once, Roger began to shiver. Nodding, he followed the constable across the grass to the house.

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The initial rush of excitement in the room faded when Eileen explained that the garden where a body had been found backed on to allotments, and scene of crime officers had found sufficient evidence to establish beyond any doubt that the body had been manoeuvred over the fence. It was highly unlikely the owner of the property had lifted a body over the fence into his own garden and then called the police himself to report it. So although a body had been discovered in a private garden, it seemed they still had not found the killer. The man who had discovered the body was still visibly shaken when Geraldine went to question him. He had already given a statement to the police at the scene, but he had been so shocked by his discovery that Eileen had asked Geraldine to visit him at his daughter’s house shortly afterwards. After an hour or so, they hoped he would have calmed down enough to give a coherent account of what he had seen. It was important to speak to him as soon as possible after the event, before his memories became blurred, but the constable who had first spoken to him had not managed to get much sense out of him. In his seventies, and balding, Roger Dexter was a large man with a bushy moustache who bore himself with an air of injured authority, as though he was accustomed to being in charge of his circumstances and felt aggrieved to be involved in a situation over which he had no control. He was seated on a large plush armchair, clutching a tartan blanket. Despite the warmth of the room, and the blanket around his shoulders, he was shivering.