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Jonah spent most of the day pestering Ruby Mann to tell him more about what they’ve found at the Shotover Hill crime scene. She just tells him every time that there’s nothing to report yet. They think they’ve found most of a complete human body, but it could be remains from more than one person so they’re still looking for more. Jonah isn’t supposed to be on duty until tomorrow in any case, so I’ve been firm with him and refused to take him over there.We got our first sight of the Shotover Skeleton, as the papers are calling it, today. Penny Black was at the mortuary and she took us through the main points. It’s a woman, probably white, short – even shorter than me! And it’s old. It could have been there for decades. Any clothes that she was wearing when she was killed have decayed or been shredded by rodents.
The only possible clue to who she was is a cuff-link that the SOCOS found in amongst the bones. Penny said that, looking at the phots they took, it was right in the middle between the rib cage and the pelvis – almost as if she’d swallowed it and it was in her stomach! What a woman would be doing with a posh cuff-link is anyone’s guess. It had the Lichfield College crest on one side and a pair of crossed oars on the other, which made me think “College Boat Club”. We’re going to look into that tomorrow.
Chrissie Hughes has been in touch, worrying about Yvonne Whittle – the mother of the boy that the Butler gang killed last year. Apparently, they took out a loan to pay for his funeral and now, with Mr Whittle getting no work for his taxi and Mrs Whittle on furlough from her cleaning jobs (which probably pay next-to-nothing anyway!) they can’t pay it back. Chrissie wants me to help her with filling in the forms for compensation form the CICA. I rang Yvonne, but only got through to their son, Leo, who told me she wasn’t well and I’d have to ring again another day. I don’t know how long to leave it before having another go. In a way, it’s up to her to contact me, not the other way round.