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HERRINGBONE Press
By J J Salkeld HERRINGBONE Press © copyright J J Salkeld, 2012-13 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
In the dark wood the body’s temperature was already falling quickly, and its descent to slab temperature would later be plotted on a graph and included with the PM report. Time of death would be estimated at between 9pm and 10pm, correctly since the time was now exactly 11.18pm and the irreversible fall in body temperature had begun just less than two hours earlier.
But for the next eight hours, until an inquisitive labrador called Barney bounded up to the body pursued by his breathless and overweight owner, the teenage girl would lie alone through that early December Tuesday night and Wednesday morning, never blinking as the falling beech leaves settled silently and gently on her face. A few yards away someone had started to leave old Christmas decorations on a small spruce tree, and the larger baubles were just starting to move in a cold, strengthening breeze.
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