Keep Her Close

The woman’s body was face-down, lodged almost entirely in ice a foot from shore. She was clothed, in jeans, and some sort of pale puffer jacket. Straight away it felt wrong to Jo. The hair was hard to make out, but it looked too dark to be Malin Sigurdsson’s.

‘Crime scene are on their way,’ said Pinker. ‘Maybe thirty minutes.’

Jo crouched closer, looking up and down the bank, then back to the bridge. It seemed unlikely the woman could have fallen in by accident from the road. There was no pavement at the top, and it was hardly the place for a stroll.

Pryce arrived shortly after at the top of the slope. He made it a couple of steps, before his feet went from beneath him. With a cry he slid to the bottom, before exclaiming, ‘Fuck’s sake!’

Straightening his long grey coat, he walked over to them. ‘Is it our missing person?’

‘I don’t think so,’ said Jo. ‘Can’t be sure though.’

Pryce shone his torch at the body. ‘How the hell did she end up here?’

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