Chapter 3“Bradfield?” Simon said, hearing the note of incredulity in his tone even as he spoke. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, sir. A…” The station sergeant consulted his notebook, “…Mrs Fortescue. Found floating in the duck pond at five-thirty this morning.”
“Good lord!” He took off his spectacles and put them down on the desk, rubbing his eyes. He hadn’t slept well last night. “That’s…unexpected. Swimming party gone wrong?”
“Don’t know, sir. The nurse from the village doctor’s surgery telephoned. Said they’d taken the body back to the surgery, the village constable has gone to visit his sister for a couple of days, and please could we send someone up.”
Simon sighed. He’d envisaged a nice, peaceful Tuesday, letting his painkillers kick in, filling in his paperwork and drinking tea, perhaps ste
