A deeply emotional poem for me to put up. You're out there, somewhere.

Chapter One

The stile wasn’t that high, but I still offered the girls a leg-up, after all it was the least I could do after last night’s party. Trevor was moaning as usual. Tough luck.

Prologue: Shadows

“Good Morning, Direct Royal Norwich Helpline, Danny speaking, how can I help you?” A typical call, on a typical day.

Two men looking for the body of a missing girl dig a hole to Nowhere (while also planning a doomed novel about an Italian soldier in love with a French nurse).

I never cry, which is my way of punishing myself.