1 CHAPTER ONE Friday 18 45 Pollo di Nozi crouched behind a tombstone watching the stranger swish through the grass She reached out twisted off a stalk of wild lupin and held it to the snout of the stout grey sheep clamped under her arm She prayed it would keep him happy Now wasn’t the time for Shorn Connery to start bleating Pollo supersleuth and editor of the Riddle Gully Gazette was onto something Around her twilight was settling in the shadows draped between the graves beginning to dissolve the forest beyond the meadow already still While Shorn Connery crunched Pollo wound his rope lead round her waist to keep him close She tied it with a tug then fished out the small pad and pencil that hung from her neck She scribbled a few notes 5
