Chapter 74
THE GRAVEDIGGER
He’s digging her grave. The fog is low, making it hard to tell if anyone is approaching. But there’s no one out here. Nothing but torchlight on bracken and the sound of the shovel cutting through compacted mud. But at least the ground isn’t as dry and dusty as it was on Seeley Moor.
He pauses for a breath. The sweat on his skin is mingled with the condensation hanging in the air.
There’s a sound in the distance. At first, he thinks it’s the rumbling of thunder in the distance. Faint but menacing. Then he sees the headlights approaching the bothy.
He walks a few feet closer so that he can get a better view. But the fog thickens and when the headlights die, he can’t see a thing.
Could it be the farmer back for more money?
He turns the shovel over in his hands. This is it. Either Dina tipped off the police or the farmer is not going to be so polite this time. He could feel the end was coming, the curtain descending, just like the fog closing in around him.
But it’s not over yet. And he won’t go down without a fight.