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Apparently even hardened policemen were shocked by the state it was in. They’d never seen anything like it before. I visited the Nick and met up with Bob Napper, my contact there.
Bob is what you’d call a copper’s copper: big, overweight, and constantly talking of retirement with a wistful expression on his fat red face.
He told me about the body in hushed tones, as if it would be sacrilegious to discuss it out loud.
“It’s down in the old quarry,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief at what he’d heard, “the one on the road out to Alderley. A bloke walking his dog discovered it this morning. I haven’t seen it myself, but I’ve been told it looks like it might be some sort of ritualistic killing. There’s a hole the size of your fist been drilled in the top of his head. And that’s th
