‘Yep,’ he said. ‘It’s them all right.’‘Sweet Jesus League?’He nodded.At first glance it looked like any other black plastic button, the sort all old ladies had on their overcoats, but if you looked closely at the holes for the thread you could see they were arranged differently. There were two large round ones, and underneath that a single triangular one, and then beneath that a rectangular one. The shape of the button wasn’t perfectly round, either, but had indentations on either side that made it look vaguely potato-like. Sewn on to a coat these things would be difficult to spot. But hold the button up to the daylight and you saw it straight away: it was a skull. Eeyore handed the button back to me, over the gleaming back of Henrietta. I leaned my arms on her saddle as she stood looking patiently over the railings and out to sea.According to the newspaper Iolo Davis had been found at the foot of the cliff. Broken turf high up on the cliff’s edge had indicated where he lost his footing in a tragic accident.
