It's body wasn’t a pretty sight. He’d seen plenty of roadkill
before where animals had been squashed by those shiny boxes that the humans
liked to transport themselves in but this was something different. No metal box
would be able to get through the stone walls in here unless the body had been
oved for sone reason. Each part had been cut out and had been re-inserted into
a different joint of the body. It was sadistically comical in a way, almost as
if it was a warning that there was something even more cynical to follow. But what?
‘Not yet sir. There’s a family of ducks with some newly
hatched ducklings in the river over the hedge, but I haven’t been able to quack
at them yet.’
‘Be sure that you do before we leave. We want everyone
accounted for.’
‘Righto sir. And what will you do?’
‘Consider the impossible. The body has deliberately been moved;
no animal would choose to leave their work out in the open. Of course, the
victim could have been killed by a third party and we might have a sadistically
graffiti artist on our hands but we must not waste time Buttons. There are
deductions to be done!’
‘Very good sir.’
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