âWe might be able to do carbon dating on any objects found in the grave. The layers around the plane looked as if theyâd been disturbed fairly recently. My guess is that the body would have been placed there a few weeks before the digger driver discovered it.â
âFairly recently, a few weeks,â grumbles Nelson, holdingthe gate open and leading the way across the field. âItâs all guesswork with you lot.â
Ruth ignores this. âHave you told the family what weâre doing today?â she asks.
âIâve told them that Iâm bringing a forensic archaeologist to have a look round,â says Nelson. âI havenât said that weâre looking for a grave site but they must know thatâs what Iâm thinking. They havenât objected though.â
The way he says this makes Ruth think that the family have raised objections before.
âWhat do they think about the investigation?â she asks, trying to find a pathway between two giant puddles. She is wearing wellingtons but the water looks deep in some places. The last thing she wants is to disappear, like Dawn French in
The Vicar of Dibley
, into a bottomless pit.
âThe old dad is a bit suspicious,â says Nelson, striding on ahead, regardless of the mud splattering his trousers. âThe dead pilot was his brother, so I suppose itâs natural that he should be upset. The daughter-in-law is pretty vague about the whole thing and the son doesnât say much. The thing is, they all thought Fred died when his plane went down over the sea. Itâs a bit of a shock to find him in another plane altogether, just a few miles from the family home.â
âDo you really think someone killed him?â
âCome on, Ruth,â says Nelson. âYou told me yourself that he was shot in the head. Then someone wrapped him in a tarpaulin and buried him. Of course he was murdered. The question is, who killed him and where did they bury him?â
No, thinks Ruth, following Nelson as he takes the path to the side of the house. The question is, why did they dig him up again?
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In the old aircraft hanger, now a farrowing shed, Chaz Blackstock is looking at his pigs. Usually this gives him great satisfaction, but today even the sight of a Gloucester Old Spot sow in full pig canât lighten his mood. He sighs heavily and his sister, Cassandra, who is standing next to him, asks him what heâs thinking about.
âItâs just all this business with Grandpa,â he says.
âWhat business?â
Cassandra has been away, touring in an experimental play about Sylvia Plath, but even so her lack of interest in the family is exasperating sometimes.
âHonestly, Cass. You must have heard about them finding Uncle Fredâs body. Itâs all Mum and Dad can talk about. Did you know the Yanks are making a film about it?â
âReally?â From when she was a child, two words were always guaranteed to bring the stars to Cassandraâs eyesâacting and film. See also: theatre, starring, premiere, centre-stage and Oscar.
âYes. They want the whole drama, hero pilot returned to his family, dotty aristos wandering about, Norfolk in all its glory.â
âHandsome pig farmer grandson, gorgeous actress granddaughter.â
Chaz looks at his sister. She is one of the few people who can use the word âgorgeousâ about themselves and get awaywith it. Because, even in jeans and an old Barbour with her hair pulled back in a ponytail, she is effortlessly, film-star gorgeous.
âAre you imagining yourself in the starring role?â he asks.
Cassandra laughs but doesnât deny it. Chaz reflects, without rancour, that his sister usually takes the starring role in any given situation. He doesnât mind it; heâs always preferred to stay in the background. Even today, in the bosky gloom of the shed, she looks like an actress ready to play the main part in
Christine Zolendz, Frankie Sutton, Okaycreations