ISBN-13: 9781543192889 / Angielski / Miękka / 2017 / 226 str.
THE time had come for them to investigate further the boxes at Sarah's old house. There was nothing she could do about Lilly, sitting around moping only seemed to make the time go slower, and so decided life had to go on as normal as possible. Buxton's enquiries were pending and they were here to see about the smuggling. Having taken possession of the marital home after a sticky separation, she was a little shocked to say the least to discover that smuggling was actually taking place in the cellar of her house, and she felt exploited. Besides the fact, she was still trying to get over the body by the back door of her shop. Moving out of the cave and back to the tunnel, she left Mr. Buxton investigating the contraband further and wandered along the narrow passage. She could hear the ocean at the end. The tide was ebbing and the light of day shone up the cavity from the shoreline entrance at the bottom of the steep concrete cylinder that dropped off at the end of the tunnel. Peeking cautiously down the twenty-foot drop, a loud intake of breath and a gut wrenching scream emanated from somewhere deep inside her. Buxton arrived in seconds to where Sarah stood glaring down in horror at the body hanging inverted. Feet taped to the rungs of an embedded steel ladder, hands taped behind, head twisted in an anomalous position with the face buried in the sand, and the light ebbing waves sloshing about the head.