She handed him over to the desk sergeant to process and went to her office to call Legal for advice about what he might actually be charged with. Whilst she was waiting for a call back she googled ‘contemporary grave robbing’ and found a case of a man in Russia, an academic, who had done a horribly similar thing, even down to the tea party. She was mulling over the fact that two minds thousands of miles apart had been having the same sick thoughts when her phone rang. Tracey, the chief constable’s secretary. Within the limits of her Botox, Hewitt was looking fraught. ‘Sit down, Gilchrist. Bernard Rafferty is no friend of mine but he’s a big cheese in our town. What is he doing in our cells without a lawyer in attendance?’ ‘Bernard Rafferty was interrupted digging up a body in Keymer graveyard,’ Gilchrist said. ‘Which is not a sentence I thought I’d ever hear,’ Hewitt said. ‘Indeed, ma’am,’ Gilchrist said. ‘His lawyer is on his way.’ Hewitt looked up at the ceiling.
What do You think about Those Who Feel Nothing (2014)?
