Magill stared at the open tin box. Inside were an assortment of jewellery, a dozen bank notes, some faded photographs, and a note.
‘Read it,’ Hancock said.
‘If he can’t possess me, then he’ll kill me. If William Nolan succeeds then pass this box to my sister, Clara, the note to the guards. Bridget Farrell.’
‘Bridget Farrell disappeared without a trace 52 years ago.’
‘And William Nolan?’
‘Lives down the road. Married to Clara. Seven children, thirteen grandkids.’
‘Jesus. You’re opening an investigation?’
‘Murder is murder.’
‘Perhaps she fled?’
‘And perhaps she’s in the ground, just like that box was.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
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