This time a black girl whose good looks were impossible to verify as the rats had been at her. Detective Z felt nauseous when he got to the scene and was shown the corpse; the stink of death on the breeze, swirling through the long grass and bushes, the tainted molecules lodging in his nostrils. ...
For the past fortnight he had come here every day. In that time he had seen Joel pass by numerous times, usually head down frowning, but once with Mai, laughing together. He had seen Detective Z watching the boat that Joel lived on from the sunken garden. He had seen Dave go aboard the same boat....