lunch. Besides, heâs lived in that cottage all his life. I donât think heâd want to move.â
âThatâs what Ben said.â
âWell, Percyâs his father so he should know. Benâs looked after Percy just like you looked after your mother. The two of you deserve some time to yourselves.â
Morwenna pressed a palm to her pink cheek. âI canât hardly bâlieve it, Jess. Me getting married. Truth is Iâd given up hope. Now I got some job keeping on top of it all, thereâs that much to think about.â
âEnjoy every moment, Mor. Youâve earned it.â
Chapter Three
Jess went into the shop just before midday on Saturday to pick up milk and other shopping for the weekend.
âYou could have come in and told me,â Gill said coolly. âI had to hear about it from Maggie Collins. Her husband Mark works for Angwinâs funeral directors.â
âI thought I recognised him,â Jess said. âBut they were there and gone so fast ââ
âYes, but you werenât.â Gill folded her arms. âHe said it was you that found the body.â
Jess nodded. âYou know what the weather was like last week. By Thursday I was going stir-crazy. I needed a walk so I took my spare tomato plants to give to Mr Preece. I thought heâd be in the garden like he always is, especially after all that rain. I called out three or four times. But he didnât come and I couldnât see him anywhere. Something didnât feel right. So I climbed over the gate ââ
âYou never!â Her grudge forgotten, Gill leaned forward over the counter, her face close to the Perspex barrier.
âI didnât have any choice. There was a chain and padlock on it and no other way in. Itâs a good job I did, or he might still be lying there.â Jessâs skin tightened in a shiver.
âThatâs what comes of cutting yourself off from everyone,â Gill said. âMark wouldnât say what happened. Was it a break in? He wasnât attacked, was he?â
âNo, nothing like that. PC Davey made me wait outside while he looked round. When I asked what he was looking for, he said drugs or weapons. And no, he didnât find any. His sergeant came, then the doctor and the coronerâs officer. Theyâre writing it up as an accident. The sole on Mr Preeceâs slipper had come away from the upper. It looks like he tripped and cracked his head on the granite hearth when he fell. He was so cold, he mustâve been lying there all night.â Jess cleared a sudden thickness from her throat. âIt was an awful shock finding him like that. I felt so sorry for him, Gill. When PC Davey finally let me go all I could think about was getting home and having a cup of tea.â
âI donât blame you, bird. I wonder whatâll happen to the place now.â
âWas he local? Did he have any family here?â
Gill looked along the counter to where owner Gerry Eustice had just finished serving a customer. âGer, do you know if John Preece had any family?â
âHe never said. But youâd need a crowbar to get more ân two words out of ân.â
Gill nodded. âEven when I charged the key card for his electric he never spoke, just gave me the cash.â
âWeâll miss his fruit and veg,â Gerry added. âLovely quality it was.â
Gerryâs wife, Sandra, came over. âWhoâs going to pay for his funeral? You read terrible stories in the paper about bodies being left in they fridge drawers for years because thereâs no one to give the poor soul a decent send-off. If he âavenât got family ââ
âHang on a minute, Sandra ââ
Jess bit back a smile at the panic on Gerryâs face.
âNo need to go off half-cock, Ger. I arenât saying we do it all by ourselves. But what about a collection here in the