June 1 'New leads' over woods body find

Ruk the disco detective, recently recalled from tropical Malibu hated the late english nights, especially those when he was investigating dead people.

" Batteries ! " the torch had gone again, Stano, his partner swapped torches silently, reassuringly.

Sweeping side to side from where the body lay they'd failed to find any clues so far, hopefully the other teams had had more luck, the air, silent and oppressive felt like it was attempting to strangle them.

Moving aside a broken ash tree branch Stano spotted something glinting in the torchlight, an Ipod. Inching closer, careful not to miss anything else in their eagerness they creeped. Ruk picked it up and pressed play : a dirge poured out the tiny speakers that hung from his hand, he closed his eyes to listen.

" Norwegian Black Metal, " turning his head slightly to one side, " Fimbulwinter, good, we have a start ".

And with that the ipod was pocketed and the two detectives walked back to the centre.

" They'd best be running now " Ruk said smiling and Stano smiled too.