Lockwood, Lucy and George, now joined by Holly, peered at the uprooted tree. It was two days since the investigation and the locals had wasted no time in digging up the remains. Now, finally, they'd unearthed the skeleton, still with strips of cloth clinging onto the stained bones. And, like George had said, he'd been buried with the remains of a small dog.

To their surprise, Barnes had sent a lorry down to collect the body upon hearing of the agents' recent case. The bloated, red-faced driver assigned was quick with loading Rowan McCoy into the DEPRAC truck, but reluctant to take the dog. Lucy on the other hand, was determined to make him take it. Fuming, she started to have a go at the driver, and the others slowly edged away from her until they were at a good distance. They didn't want to get involved.

"But you have to take it! Maybe he wanted to be buried with his dog for a reason."

"Like what?"

"Well, maybe it was his dying wish!"

"Why would he want that?"

"Maybe he loved his dog. May he was his best friend!"

"Listen, sweetie, I ain't taking a dog. Just bury it again!"

"Just burn it with it's owner!"

"Its not got permission to be burnt."

"Thats stupid, just burn it anyway!"

"No!"

"Take it!" Lucy demanded and the driver rolled his eyes.

"Fine!"

He stormed over to the dog's body, wrapped up and sitting next to the unearthed tree. Nobody dared to question him, and he snatched it up and flung it onto the lorry. As he climbed into the driver's seat Lucy glared at him and he drove off quickly, his red face somehow even redder than before.

Satisfied, Lockwood travelled with the others back to 35 Portland Row. There had been no delays in traffic, so it had been a am love bus journey, except for the annoying child that had kept on kicking the back of George's seat until he'd turned around and snapped, only to get a ton of verbal abuse from the mother. The four sat down in the sitting room, and helped themselves to a custard cream and a cup of tea.

Meanwhile, the stubborn driver rolled into an alley. Why should he be ordered around by a girl? He threw open the back of his lorry and reached for the dog. He wasn't going to do as he was told. It was stupid anyway, wasting energy on burning the dog. It would just be easier to dump it here. Without wasting any more time he dropped it into a bin and drove away. He wouldn't have to face the humiliation of the others finding out what had happened.