‘They look familiar.’ Marcus took them in his hands and inspected them.

‘That’s because they are.’ Tilly had a wild grin on her face. ‘They’re Dennis’s glasses.’ She dropped the wreath onto the ground and clapped her hands together with glee before letting out a maniacal laugh.

Jane, who was horrified to see that the wreath had been damaged and that some of the lily heads had broken off, bent down to retrieve and fix the floral offering she had been so determined to arrange.

‘Bit odd.’ Steven indicated to the glasses as he began to roll another cigarette.

‘They were missing.’ Tilly’s eyes were glinting with joy. ‘He didn’t have them on when I found him.’ The frantic words fell from her mouth. ‘I was so worried. I wanted to find them. It wasn’t right that he didn’t have his glasses. He always wore his glasses, didn’t he?’ She turned to Steven, a pleading look on her face.

‘Sure. Yeah.’ Steven noticed how unhinged she looked.

‘But he’s got them back now. It’s all okay. Now he can see again and now I can go home.’ She turned and walked off into the wintery distance leaving three people staring after her.

‘She’s quite mad,’ Marcus said, still holding onto the glasses.

‘Poor girl.’ Jane shook her head. ‘She’s been badly affected by this.’

‘Do you know what she meant when she said that the glasses had been missing?’ Marcus took the box from Jane and placed the glasses back inside.

‘No idea.’ Jane shrugged.

‘Well, if she’s telling the truth and Dennis’s glasses have been missing, they certainly aren’t now. Someone brought them back.’ His mind was beginning to piece together what the discovery meant.

‘Who?’ Steven asked.

‘I think we should call the police.’ Marcus turned back to face the shop and gently placed the box down in the place they had found it.

‘You think it might be evidence?’ Jane was still holding the damaged wreath.

‘Looks that way don’t you think?’ he said gravely.

‘Grim.’ Steven lit his cigarette. ‘Shall we lay this thing then, or not?’ He pointed to the floral arrangement.

‘Let’s get it over and done with,’ Marcus encouraged.

‘Very well.’ Jane approached the memorial and placed the slightly dishevelled wreath down. ‘Rest in peace,’ she said quietly before stepping back.

‘It was a nice idea of yours.’ Steven patted her shoulder.

‘It was right that we did something,’ Marcus agreed, removing his mobile phone from his coat pocket. ‘But now I think we need to call the police.’

‘Do we all have to hang around then?’ Steven enquired.

‘Unfortunately, I suspect so.’ He sighed while searching for the number of Parkside Police Station.

‘Shall we call Tilly back?’ Jane suggested turning to Steven.

‘The police can catch up with her if they need to. Let her go.’ He dragged furiously on his cigarette.