Five days later, nothing had yet come of appeals in the media for anyone who might have information on a missing woman, but that was perhaps understandable, in view of what the postmortem had revealed – what had now, inevitably, become public knowledge. It could no longer be assumed that her death was an accident, or that she’d been one of those poor unfortunates who had finally surrendered to the water a life that had proved too much to endure.
Mayo opened the pathologist’s report and flipped through it again. The unknown woman hadn’t drowned, either by accident or intent, as had at first seemed, but had been murdered before being tipped into the water, two days before she was found, it was estimated. Which meant she had died a week ago today.
She was about forty years of age, previousl
