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100 October 2017

Having me declared dead had shocked me to the core, but the Google alert I was reading now rocked me in a way that nothing before ever had. It was a piece in the Argus online, under NOTICES.

TOP COPPER TO WED ON SATURDAY

The wedding of Detective Superintendent Roy Grace, of Surrey and Sussex Major Crime Team, and Cleo Morey, Senior Anatomical Pathology Technician at Brighton and Hove City Mortuary, will take place at St Margaret’s Church in Rottingdean at 2.30 p.m. on Saturday, 2 November. Many senior police officers, including Chief Constable Tom Martinson, are expected to attend. The marriage will bring to a close the detective’s years of sadness following the unexplained disappearance of his former wife, Sandra (Sandy) Christina Grace, over ten years ago, who was formally declared dead in August of this year.

God knows how long I sat there, staring ahead. It was Bruno’s voice that finally snapped me out of the kind of trance I was in.

‘Mama?’

‘Ja, mein Liebe?’

He was hungry.

‘I’ll cook your bratwurst in a few minutes, OK? I just need to finish something I’m doing.’

He padded off, disgruntled, to carry on with his homework, or, more likely, to try to kill more futuristic warriors than Erik on an intergalactic battlefield, or whatever.

I logged on to the Lufthansa website, then British Airways. After that I went on to expedia.com. It was good timing, a holiday for German schools next week, so it would be no problem to take Bruno with me. I booked flights to London and a well-reviewed bed-and-breakfast hotel in Brighton called Strawberry Fields for the two of us.

How very convenient to have me declared dead. Getting married, are you, Roy Grace?

I don’t think so.