Assaph Mehr's Blog, page 67
June 5, 2015
Burnt
The events in this story take place about three years before those of Murder in-absentia.
I pushed the burnt body with the toe of my boot. The charred remains shifted, slid, turned over. The face was still barely recognisable, as the burns were from the legs up. Or whatever that remained of the legs, that is, the charred femurs were sticking out of the stumps of black flesh that used to be a person.
“We are certainly on the right track, then,” I said to Milon. I didn’t know who the dead man...
