Twelve
The funeral cars arrived at ten o’clock. Paul and the boys, Mick and Maria, and George and Anne climbed into the lead limousine. Paul noted that it was a silver stretched Ford. He heard Inspector West’s words floating around inside his head, and wondered what the inspector had found out.
The interstate contingent filled the other two cars. At ten minutes after the hour, they set off on the ten minute journey to the parish church. The hearse, another silver Ford, was parked in the forecourt waiting for them. Josie wasn’t going to be late for her last appointment.
There was a crowd of people standing around the entrance doing what people do when they catch up at funerals - talking, hugging, laughing. The crowd fell silent and moved aside as the family exited the cars and gathered a
