21Vince glanced at his watch as he parked in the churchyard; ten minutes late. Normally he avoided funerals at all costs. And churches. Polly Cotter’s body was still ‘in the care of the Coroner’, but because Vince had been able to put down a cause of death on Allan’s certificate, this funeral was proceeding. Even though he’d worked late into the evening Vince had been behind the eight ball all morning, distracted by a sickening sense of confusion and foreboding.
A few minutes later he surreptitiously edged into the rear of the church hoping to blend in with the other latecomers standing along the back wall. However, he ran straight into James Wishart, a warden of St Andrew’s Anglican Church. Jim was a seventy-one-year-old bachelor who lived with his maiden sister and had devoted his retir
