Friday, early afternoon
Jon Graham drove. The road into Treborwick was narrow, the way, short. From the direction of Perrin's Point, one had to travel east and uphill to reach the larger town thirty minutes away. An old bridge, three men wide, crossed the river alongside the newer, navigable bridge leading into town. Treborwick police station was a larger, more modern facility than the Perrin's Point police house that dated from former times when the police station and the policeman's home were one and the same.
He had reported the body. The SOCO team came while he was still there. Tavy had been allowed to leave. The body had been transferred. Now he had been invited to speak to Trewe at his office. Great! He'd be face to face with the one he'd come to investigate. His hands were sweaty,
