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If Caroline had been given a pound for every time someone told her a dead body had been discovered by a dog walker, she wouldn’t have needed to spend her Saturday mornings looking at dead bodies that’d been discovered by dog walkers.
She smiled inwardly to herself as she realised death had yet again introduced her to what would otherwise be a wonderful place to spend an afternoon walking with her family. She’d been reliably informed that the area of woodland between Oakham and Braunston was affectionately known as Betty’s Bottom — another local fact she’d have little trouble forgetting at any point in the future.
When it came to the body, though, Caroline didn’t need to wait for formal identification this time. She recognised the corpse immediately.
‘It’s Megan Wilkes,’ she said, as
