‘In the angle of the dent. It must have been slung away some time ago.’
‘Let’s see.’ The disbelief was obvious until Duckett had put his face within a few inches, and then he quickly modified his theory. ‘Well, he may not have drunk from this particular tin, but there’s no denying that he hit his head.’
Deliberately, Diamond crooked his finger just as Duckett had.
‘Come and look at this drop of blood you found on the stone.’
‘What’s up now? Are you saying the blood isn’t his?’
‘What’s up now? Are you saying ‘Come on. A close look.’
Some of the other crime scene investigators were getting interested. With an impatient sigh that played to their support, their leader crouched by the grave’s edge.
Diamond said, ‘What do you make of this?’
A small green blade of grass had adhered to the bloodstain.
Duckett looked and said, ‘Well?’ It was difficult to tell if he’d missed the significance or was playing cool.
Diamond spelt it out. ‘If he cut his head on the stone I might expect to find a hair, not a piece of grass.’
‘The main paths are mown at least once a week. Of course there are clippings about.’
Yes, but how did this one get where it is?’
‘The wind, I suppose.’
Diamond glanced around the cemetery. Not a leaf was moving. ‘Show me, then.’ Duckett tried to sound unimpressed, but his confidence had taken a knock.
‘Blood trickled from the head wound onto the grass. Do you see?’ Diamond pointed to a dark brown patch about the size of a beer mat beside the victim’s head. ‘This looks like an attempt to cover up a crime. He was attacked from behind, fell face down and bled heavily. His assailant dipped the weapon in some fresh blood from the grass and let it drip on the edge of the grave to fake an accident.’
‘That’s far-fetched, isn’t it?’
‘It seems to have fooled you.’
‘You’re suggesting he was attacked? Why would anyone bother to kill a tramp?’
‘I can think of several reasons and I’m sure other people would come up with more.’
‘A blow from behind, you say? What with?’
‘Call it a blunt instrument.’
‘That old cliche?’
‘You’d better make a search for that old cliche.’ He couldn’t resist adding, ‘In your job you can’t afford to miss a thing.’
Duckett made a performance of turning his head, surveying the sea of weeds in every direction. The place would be a nightmare to search. Apart from the few paths, there wasn’t a yard of clear space in the cemetery.
‘It’s got to be done,’ Diamond said.
‘I’d need an army for a job like that.’
‘If it’s manpower you want, I can send for more bobbies.’
‘I wasn’t prepared for this. It’s going to take days, even with lots of help.’
‘Better start soon, then. Your scene, my friend.’ Diamond turned to Halliwell. ‘See if you can raise some help, Keith.’
Halliwell. ‘See if you can raise Halliwell used his mobile.
‘Who found the body?’ Diamond asked Duckett.
‘The man who mows the paths. At about eight this morning. Nasty shock. By the look of him he’ll need the rest of the week off, poor blighter.’
‘And months of counselling,’ Diamond said.
This earned a grudging smile.
Diamond looked at what the corpse was wearing, noting the torn jeans and mud-spattered hooded jacket. ‘Any idea who he is?’
‘No.’
‘Have you been through his pockets?’
‘We’re not total amateurs.’
‘What did you find, then?’
‘Sod all. He’s a vagrant. Get the smell.’
‘They usually carry stuff.’
‘There’s your motive, then. Someone wanted his stash of valuables.’
It was true that the clothes had the smell of the unwashed, but the victim’s skin didn’t show the deep layer of grime Diamond would have expected. The pores weren’t defined by the dirt from years of rough living. He tried ignoring the smell as he stooped for a closer examination. He was starting to question another assumption. The hands were in a reasonable state. The hair was greasy, but had been cut by a professional at some time.
‘Okay if I lift the head? I’d like a sight of the face.’
‘I suppose.’
Taking care to avoid the area of the wound, Diamond grasped some of the brown hair above the forehead. Although this didn’t give him the front view, he could tell a few things from this angle. Some weeks’ growth of beard. The nose had bled, but otherwise the features were undamaged. A man of forty or so, he estimated. ‘Can someone get a photo?’
The cameraman on the team took several shots before Diamond lowered the head. ‘How soon can I get copies?’
‘Soon as I finish here.’
‘He’s not needed here any more, is he?’ Diamond asked Duckett.
Another sigh. ‘I suppose. It’s bloody easy for the rest of you, going back to town and leaving us to this.’
‘Cheer up. You don’t have to do any digging this time.’
‘In this place I wouldn’t recommend it.’
Diamond stood up and gave a little grunt of discomfort. ‘Tough on the knees, all this stooping. I’ve seen enough for the present. It’s upgraded to a crime scene, agreed?’
‘You’re the expert.’
‘Let me know if you find the weapon.’
The drive down the hill to Manvers Street was thoughtful and mostly silent. They’d reached Broad Street when Diamond said to Halliwell, ‘Two suspicious deaths on Lansdown. Is that pure chance, Keith?’
A pause for thought. ‘They don’t have much in common considering one happened up to twenty years ago.’
‘I suppose.’
‘One a burial and the other just left in the open to be discovered. One a young woman- ’
‘All right, I hear what you’re saying.’ The stress was showing. He’d invited Halliwell to offer an opinion and now he’d shut him down – his loyal deputy. ‘You know what’s on my mind, don’t you?’
‘Georgina?’
‘Spot on. She won’t like me running two murder enquiries if they’re not connected. She won’t wear it, Keith.’
‘We don’t know if they’re murders yet.’
He took the point, grinned and nodded. ‘That’s not bad. I could run with that for a while.’
‘Difficult to do, anyway,’ Halliwell said.
‘What?’
‘Run two murder enquiries.’
‘I’d give it a go.’
Digital photography is a boon to police work. Within the hour Diamond had a series of crime scene pictures on his desk and on computer. They included six close-ups of the dead man’s face. Displayed thus, they intrigued him and he rearranged them several times as if playing Patience. Pictures of the dead can be deceptive. Rigor hadn’t set
