Chapter 3

Should he first dispose of the evidence, or hurry inside? If he grabbed a coat, he could return to his walk, which he now desired, and take the time to enjoy a stroll. Not once since his return had he walked these paths. The icy breeze helped to calm, if not ease, his mind, or at least blocked any thoughts unrelated to the concern of freezing to death. If he dressed appropriately, a half hour ramble might relieve tension. The one thing he still liked about Oxshott was the views. The five acres of land with the mansion was like owning a piece of countryside.

No bins on the grounds gave him a single solution: to bury the toast. A spot beneath a hedgerow with softsoil would do. Should be easy.