A Matter of IdentityWeary grey clouds scudded slowly across a sullen sky, driven by a gentle but rising wind, as Norris and Hillman alighted from their cab at the steps of St. Giles's church. The air felt leaden, as though the trials and tribulations of the world had gathered and now hung heavy over the church, as the detectives made their way up the steps and through the thick oak doors, in search of Martin Bowker.
As the two men made their way up the aisle, they could hear the vicar's voice, coming from somewhere beyond their line of sight. As they approached the font, they saw a door a few yards to the left, from where the voice, and that of another, a woman, could be heard in conversation.
“They're in the vestry,” said Norris. He and Hillman walked quickly to the door and the inspect
