“Yes...Maybe...I don't know. Well clearly someone is trying to frighten me. This woman is supposed to look like my dead mother. But I know that she died over a week ago. We’re supposed to be burying her tomorrow. This is...this is sick.”
“Is this your mother? Is it, Joe?”the Inspector asked, hand on his shoulder.
"I don’t know. I’m not sure. I don't know anything anymore. This whole thing’s gone crazy. First I come home and get the reception committee from Hell. Andthen I get told I have a son. Then a dwarf breaks into my house. Then you arrive and you both try to get my mother’s ring. Then you tell me Clive’s been killed. And now this??”
“It’s certainly been a very confusing night” said the Inspector, bending down to get a better look at the corpse in front of her. She poked the body with her index finger.
“This person’s been dead a while. They’ve been moved.”
“So it could be my mother.” said Joe bending down to join her, "Christ."
“I don’t know, could it? You knew her best, Joe. Could this be her?”
“I haven’t seen my mother in nearly seven years. She’s been dead a week. Who knows what she would look like. I couldn’t say for sure. But it certainly could be. Who could want to upset me like this? Who would do such a thing?” Joe struggled to hold back a tear.
Joe mentally went through a list of people who would want to hurt him. Up until tonight that list would have been small, but after coming off that train, he realised that quite a few people had a problem with him. Not least....