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Chapter 9
9 The scene at Little Walgrave was much calmer when Jack Culverhouse and Wendy Knight returned later that morning. The sun had started to rise and the scale of the devastation was now starting to become clear. ‘It’s round the back,’ the fire officer said, beckoning them to follow him. ‘We’ve not moved him. Fortunately the fire never properly reached the back of the house, so we were able to leave him in situ.’ ‘And it was the fall that did it?’ Wendy asked. ‘You tell me. Not my area of expertise I’m afraid, but it certainly didn’t do him any good judging by the mess he made. Looks to me as if he was trying to jump into the pool. There’s a pair of french windows on one of the upper floors that were open. Some of the other windows had blown out, but those look like they were physically o
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