August 27 Suspect emerges in Fletcher case

The man that knocked on my door looked ashen.

" sorry to bother you but did you know..." he seemed unsure how to finish his sentence instead stepped back to invite me to see for myself.

" I wasn't sure if  you knew ? "

I shook my head, worried now, half remembering something but just out of reach. The bodies covered my garden three of them were beaten too badly to identify but the fourth was clearly my Uncle Fletcher. His lazy eye no longer the most striking feature of his appearance.

" It's just that you know, we don't set sail till next week, its a bit early for all this " he picked up a foot to emphasise his point, " I saw Egil in town with Fletchers coat on, he looked like he'd been turned inside out and washed with brine "

I fetched my axe from the fire place where I'd been chopping wood last night and strode out into the street.

" which coat ? "