Book by Griffiths Elly
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‘So you live out Saltmarsh way?’ DI Nelson says, pulling out across the traffic with a squeal of tires. He drives like a maniac.
‘Yes,’ says Ruth, feeling defensive though she doesn’t know why. ‘New Road.’
‘New Road!’ Nelson lets out a bark of laughter. ‘I thought only twitchers lived out there.’
‘Well, the warden of the bird sanctuary is one of my neighbours,’ says Ruth, struggling to remain polite while keeping one foot clamped on an imaginary brake.
‘I wouldn’t fancy it,’ says Nelson. ‘Too isolated.’
‘I like it,’ says Ruth. ‘I did a dig there and never left.’
‘A dig? Archaeology?’
...
She turns to Nelson. ‘We were looking for a henge.’
‘A henge? Like Stonehenge?’
‘Yes. All it means is a circular bank with a ditch around it. Usually with posts inside the circle.’
‘I read somewhere that Stonehenge is just a big sundial. A way of telling the time.’
‘Well, we don’t know exactly what it was for,’ says Ruth, ‘but it’s safe to say that it involves ritual of some kind.’
Nelson shoots a strange look at her.
‘Ritual?’
‘Yes, worship, offerings, sacrifices.’
‘Sacrifices?’ echoes Nelson. He seems genuinely interested now; the faintly condescending note has disappeared from his voice.
‘Well, sometimes we find evidence of sacrifices. Pots, spears, animal bones.’
‘What about human bones? Do you ever find human bones?’
‘Yes, sometimes human bones.’
There is silence and then Nelson says, ‘Funny place for one of those henge things, isn’t it? Right out to sea.’
‘This wasn’t sea then. Landscape changes. Only ten thousand years ago this country was still linked to the continent. You could walk from here to Scandinavia.’
‘You’re joking!’
‘No. King’s Lynn was once a huge tidal lake. That’s what Lynn means. It’s the Celtic word for lake.’
Nelson turns to look sceptically at her, causing the car to swerve alarmingly. Ruth wonders if he suspects her of making the whole thing up.
‘So if this area wasn’t sea, what was it?’
‘Flat marshland. We think the henge was on the edge of a marsh.’
‘Still seems a funny place to build something like that.’
‘Marshland is very important in prehistory,’ explains Ruth. ‘It’s a kind of symbolic landscape. We think that it was important because it’s a link between the land and the sea, or between life and death.’
Nelson snorts. ‘Come again?’
‘Well, marsh isn’t dry land and it isn’t sea. It’s a sort of mixture of both. We know it was important to prehistoric man.’
‘How do we know?’
‘We’ve found objects left on the edge of marshes. Votive hoards.’
‘Votive?’
‘Offerings to the Gods, left at special or sacred places. And sometimes bodies. Have you heard of bog bodies? Lindow Man?’
‘Might have,’ says Nelson cautiously.
‘Bodies buried in peat are almost perfectly preserved, but some people think the bodies were buried in the bogs for a purpose. To appease the Gods.’
Nelson shoots her another look but says nothing. They are approaching the Saltmarsh now, driving up from the lower road towards the visitor car park....
The car park is empty apart from a solitary police car. The occupant gets out as they approach and stands there, looking cold and fed up.
‘Doctor Ruth Galloway,’ Nelson introduces briskly, ‘Detective Sergeant Clough.’
DS Clough nods glumly. Ruth gets the impression that hanging about on a windy marshland is not his favourite way of passing the time. Nelson, though, looks positively eager, jogging slightly on the spot like a racehorse in sight of the gallops. He leads the way along a gravel path marked ‘Visitor’s Trail’. They pass a wooden hide, built on stilts over the marsh. It is empty, apart from some crisp wrappers and an empty can of Coke lying on the surrounding platform.
Nelson, without stopping, points at the litter and barks, ‘Bag it.’ Ruth has to admire his thoroughness, if not his manners. It occurs to her that police work must be rather similar to archaeology. She, too, would bag anything found at a site, labelling it carefully to give it a context. She, too, would be prepared to search for days, weeks, in the hope of finding something significant. She, too, she realises with a sudden shiver, is primarily concerned with death.
Ruth is out of breath before they find the spot marked out with the blue and white police tape that reminds her of traffic accidents. Nelson is now some ten yards ahead, hands in pockets, head forward as if sniffing the air. Clough plods behind him, holding a plastic bag containing the rubbish from the hide.
Beyond the tape is a shallow hole, half-filled by muddy water. Ruth ducks under the tape and kneels down to look. Clearly visible in the rich mud are human bones.
‘How did you find this?’ she asks.
It is Clough who answers. ‘Member of the public, walking her dog. Animal actually had one of the bones in its mouth.’
‘Did you keep it? The bone, I mean.’
‘It’s at the station.’
Ruth takes a quick photo of the site and sketches a brief map in her notebook. This is the far west of the marsh; she has never dug here before. The beach, where the henge was found, is about two miles away to the east. Squatting down on the muddy soil, she begins laboriously bailing out the water, using a plastic beaker from her excavation kit. Nelson is almost hopping with impatience.
‘Can’t we help with that?’ he asks.
‘No,’ says Ruth shortly.
When the hole is almost free from water, Ruth’s heart starts to beat faster. Carefully she scoops out another beakerful of water and only then reaches into the mud and exposes something that is pressed flat against the dark soil.
‘Well?’ Nelson is leaning eagerly over her shoulder.
‘It’s a body,’ says Ruth hesitantly, ‘but ...’
Slowly she reaches for her trowel. She mustn’t rush things. She has seen entire excavations ruined because of one moment’s carelessness. So, with Nelson grinding his teeth beside her, she gently lifts away the sodden soil. A hand, slightly clenched, wearing a bracelet of what looks like grass, lies exposed in the trench.
When she’s not digging up bones or other ancient objects, quirky, tart-tongued archaeologist Ruth Galloway lives happily alone in a remote area called Saltmarsh near Norfolk, land that was sacred to its Iron Age inhabitants - not quite earth, not quite sea.
When a child’s bones are found on a desolate beach nearby, Detective Chief Inspector Harry Nelson calls Galloway for help. Nelson thinks he has found the remains of Lucy Downey, a little girl who went missing ten years ago. Since her disappearance he has been receiving bizarre letters about her, letters with references to ritual and sacrifice. The bones actually turn out to be two thousand years old, but Ruth is soon drawn into the Lucy Downey case and into the mind of the letter writer, who seems to have both archaeological knowledge and eerie psychic powers. Then another child goes missing and the hunt is on to find her. As the letter writer moves closer and the windswept Norfolk landscape exerts its power, Ruth finds herself in completely new territory – and in serious danger. THE CROSSING PLACES marks the beginning of a captivating new crime series featuring an irresistible heroine.Les informations fournies dans la section « A propos du livre » peuvent faire référence à une autre édition de ce titre.
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