Boyd sighs as he climbs out his car in the middle of nowhere somewhere east of London, almost as far east as you can go without falling into the ocean.
"I would love to know why we always seem to get cases in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere, in the pouring rain." Grace walks over to Boyd.
"You know Grace, I don't know why that is, but we sure get more than our fair share." Boyd grabs his big umbrella from the back seat of his car.
"You're going to need to wear your willies. It's really muddy." Grace tells Boyd.
Boyd pops the trunk and sits on the edge to put his willies on. Grace shines her flashlight at Boyd so he can see what he's doing. "Jesus Grace, that light is so bright. Try not to blind me, hey?"
"This one's pretty gruesome, Boyd. The body still has flesh. It's making me queasy." Grace admits to Boyd.
"Why did we get the call if the body is still mostly intact?" Boyd asks walking over to the crime scene with Grace.