'Anything else?'
Nigel took a deep breath. 'Just wanted to see if you fancied a drink sometime. Now that it's all over.'
She glanced at her watch. 'Quite fancy one now, to be honest. Let me tell Andy. He can take Ironside back on his own.'
She hurried forwards to catch up with her colleagues.
The Fairbairns and the priest were already on their way out of the cemetery. Nigel turned around to take one last look at the grave of Eke Fairbairn.
The drizzle halted, the sun edged out from behind the massed ranks of spring cloud.
In the distance he heard the playful caws of three crows.
The End.
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