Funeral Voices Part 4

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Previously
Ian's office was a room running the full length of the house, high up at the top. It was the only room that was always locked - Alex had only been in there 3 or 4 times never on his own.

Now

Third person POV

When he was younger he had fantasized that there might be something strange up there ;a time machine or a UFO. But it was only an office with a desk, a couple of filing cabinets, shelves full of papers and books.

Bank stuff - that's what Ian said. Even so, Alex wanted to go up there now. Because it had never been allowed.

"The police said he wasn't wearing his seat belt." Alex turned to look at Jack.

She nodded. "Yes. That's what they said."

"Doesn't that seem strange to you? You know how careful he was. He always wore his seat belt. He wouldn't even drive me round the corner without making me put mine on."

Jack thought for a moment, then shrugged.

"Yeah, it's strange." She said. "But that must have been the way it was. Why would the police have lied? "





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