“Isn’t that an unusual place for a wreath?”
“Sure, it is. Ronald found it there in return from his wife’s funeral.”
“Was that a late mourner who missed the funeral?”
“ It was Ronald’s tribute to her placed on the casket. He was scared out of his wits to find it here. It was as if his wife had walked back from the graveyard …..””
“With this garland around her neck?” … I couldn’t suppress my laughter at the horror story being spun.
The village elder looked dead serious.
“No. It could have been a noose around Ronald’s neck. Nobody in the village has seen him again.”
I had just taken charge of the local police station, and needed to reopen old files. There certainly was a story behind this door.