"Told him I was under instructions from you, sir, and you wanted a blow-by-blow. He sends his best wishes, by the way, for ... you know. ..." "Yes, I know," said Pascoe. "This book --The Drowning of Dendale. I'm sure Ellie's got a copy lying around somewhere. She's into this local history stuff. But why would Benny want to see it? And what would he need photocopies of the maps for? By all accounts he knew the valley like the back of his hand." "That was fifteen years ago, before the valley was flooded," said Novello. "With the drought it's pretty well back to what it was," objected Pascoe. "Except that all the buildings have been bulldozed," said Novello, starting up the car and pulling away from the curb. "I suppose so," said Pascoe. "Tell me, these evidence bags ..." She had noticed the bags in his lap and anticipated his reprimand. "It's okay, sir," she said. "They're for dumping, not storing. It's stuff I got out of the litter bin at the viewpoint on the Highcross Moor road when I was thinking abduction.
