Sherduck

Sherduck circled the site. Buttons had closed the footpath already but Sherduck always liked to survey a murder scene from the air as it was much easier to spot things that may have been left behind like the glimmer of a knife blade or the sun reflecting off a spent cartridge. However; this time he was sure that there were no such clues to be spotted and landed on top of a gravestone.

  ‘Good morning Sir’ said Buttons as Sherduck brought out a magnifying glass from underneath his wing. ‘I couldn't see any footprints in the grass as I approached; and I stuck to the grass as I asked. However, it’s been a nice day today and the informant that discovered the body was a coach party of tourists. Very difficult to isolate the area.’

‘Thank you Constable Buttons’ said Sherduck. ‘Have we managed to identify the victim?’

Buttons took a deep breath as he gazed at the body on the stone tablet.