Nick and Phil were patrolling through the fete one last time. Nick deemed backup unnecessary, but he must have looked worse than he thought when Blaketon insisted that Phil go with him, and even the young constable insisted by the end of it.

Nick glanced at Phil with a thoughtful frown, wondering if there was another reason for the man's company. Phil had been quiet since they left Ashfordly half an hour ago. Usually, Phil would be talking his ear off about a girl he'd met or badgering him for advice. "Silence is golden," Nick finally commented when he couldn't take it anymore.

Phil looked at him and smiled. "Sorry, Nick. Were miles away."

Nick rolled his eyes as they walked through the fete. "So? What's her name this time?"

Phil huffed and shook his head. "Why'd yer assume it's a bird?" Nick gave him a side glance. Phil laughed sheepishly. "Yeah, alright. Point taken."

Nick regarded him thoughtfully for a moment. "Let me guess, this one's different?" Phil sighed and stared ahead, and Nick saw the admiration in his colleague's eyes. "Alright, I'll bite, how long?"

Phil smiled sadly and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Bout a five months or so I s'ppose." He looked at Nick hesitantly. "Can I tell yer summat and you promise not ter laff?"

Nick chuckled. "Yeah, alright."

Phil averted his gaze to the ground as they walked. "I know I'm always wi` different birds and the like, but truth is, I just want someone in me life. I want summat like you and Kate have."

Nick smiled. "We all know that, Phil. You just haven't found the right one, mate."

Phil huffed a laugh. "It's not you, it's them?"

Nick laughed. "You said it, but in your case, I think so. Look, you try too hard, and half the women you're bloody drawn to are never who they seem to be."

Phil nodded knowingly. "I s'ppose I'm just hopeless like that. Always tryin` ter give a hundred percent too soon, and I get screwed over for it." Phil's lips curled slightly. "Guess I never learn me lesson, do I?"

Nick felt sorry for Phil but was happy the man had finally admitted that much. "Like I said, you just haven't met the right one."

Phil inclined his head in frustration. "That's it, though. I think I might have, only this is different. I can't seem to find the courage ter do summat proper about it like, and when I finally did…I've never known a rejection like it. Summat was odd about it, Nick."

Nick frowned thoughtfully for a moment and then looked at Phil in surprise. "Gina?"

Phil smiled at the mention of their mutual friend. "She's the one, Nick."

Nick was shocked to hear Phil's confession. Everyone knew that Phil liked Gina a lot more than just his latest infatuation, but of course, Gina didn't. The girl was caring and loving, but her personality sometimes got the better of her because part of her wasn't ready to settle, and even if Gina didn't admit it, those close to her knew she could be led on easily – just like Phil. Nick hadn't expected Phil to finally confess to Gina how he felt and wondered what the big softy had said to cause such a dramatic reaction as Phil was describing.

"What happened?"

Phil suddenly felt incredibly embarrassed. "I love her, Nick." Nick raised an eyebrow with a slight grin because he was sure that Phil had felt this way multiple times. "I'm serious. The more I see her, talk to her – it's summat else."

Nick didn't know what to say. This was beyond his comprehension because he only knew what he and Kate had; it was hard to distinguish the love between another couple when most of the people in his life were either divorced, widowed or just plain spiteful. "Did you tell her that?" Nick wanted to tell him that he probably came on too strong.

Phil sighed. "Not in so many words. Thing is, I think she might feel summat too."

Nick smiled. "That's good, isn't it?"

Phil frowned. "I thought so, but it seemed ter freak her out. She started goin` on about not havin` the strength to cope if summat happened to me like, yer know?"

Nick nodded knowingly. That, he knew very well. "If she does feel that way, she'll come round, but maybe she's right and hasn't got enough in her to cope."

Phil stopped walking and groaned in frustration. "But she were acting like it were set in stone or summat. Started sayin` if she doesn't pursuit any relationship wi` me it'll keep me safe. I don't get it." Nick frowned. "I'm tellin` yer, summat isn't right. She were acting weird t'day before too. I blame this place!" Phil gestured to the fete around them. "Gina were acting normal `til she came here wi` Kate." Phil quickly shook his head. "Sorry, Nick. Not blaming Kate at all." Nick suddenly glanced at the mystical hut toward the exit, causing Phil to shift his attention. "What's up?" Phil looked at Nick strangely.

"I've got a theory, but I don't think you're gonna like it. To be honest, I've been meaning to have words with the owner myself."

Phil suddenly became worried. "Are yer goin` ter tell me then?"

Nick didn't reply and continued his way toward the mystic hut; it wasn't ideal, and he knew they could get in trouble for questioning this woman while on duty for no reason, but when Nick thought about the distress it had caused Kate, he couldn't let it go.

Nick turned to Phil and stopped him from following. "Let me go first."

Phil raised an eyebrow as he looked up at the sign above them and laughed. "Are you pulling my leg or summat?"

Nick gave him a sharp look. "Give over."

Phil raised his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, but yer still haven't said what this is about like."

Nick gestured a thumb to the curtain. "This is where Gina took Kate when they came here."

It didn't take long for Phil to realise Nick's implications. "I knew it had summat to do wi` this place." Phil shook his head. "Gina is the sort of person ter believe in these things I s'ppose." His eyes widened slightly before narrowing. "Whatever did this woman say ter her?"

Nick laid a hand on the curtain. "That's what I'm gonna find out."

Phil chewed his lip. "I were patrolling that day. I bumped into Gina and Kate in the open merchant tent just over there." The two regarded the other tent carefully and realised they could see right inside.

Nick was starting to piece it together. "She must have seen you together. Wait here." Nick gave a sly smile. "She hasn't seen me before. I wonder what she'll have to say for herself."

They suddenly heard a shout from behind them before a teenager dressed in a hoodie and baggy jeans ran from the Ferris Wheel's booth, followed by an angry man who stopped beside them. "That kid's just nicked me cash box!"

Immediately, Nick took off after him, leaving Phil to take the man's details. Phil stared after his colleague for a moment, wondering if he should help, but even if he gave chase now, there wouldn't be much he could do. Phil turned to the man dressed in what looked like tattered clothing until he saw it was supposed to be a costume of sorts; the undead, he guessed. "How much were in the box, sir?"

The man huffed and shook his head in disbelief. "Bout forty pounds. Best takings I've had in sometime."

Phil regarded him sympathetically. "Did you see him hanging around at all before?"

The man shrugged ruefully. "Ter be honest, officer, I wouldn't know if I did. Too many people ter tell like."

"I see."

"Look, it's the last day and all. I just want me cash box back. We didn't come here ter cause trouble like."

Phil smiled. "It's no trouble. I'm sure yer didn't come here to have trouble either. We'll do our best to help yer."

The man nodded with a smile, and Phil found that the owners of this strange fete were a lot different to their typical fair and circus runners. He glanced at the mystical hut that Nick seemed concerned with and felt a similar unease now that he knew it was the cause of Gina's anguish. Phil turned to see Nick walking toward them, slightly out of breath, dragging an equally breathless teen with him and grinned. "Didn't get too far then," he gestured irritably to the boy.

Nick gave the man back his cash box. "You wanna check that for me, sir?"

The man opened the box and counted his notes and some coins before a smile appeared on his face. "That's grand! It's still all there." He looked up at Nick gratefully. "Thank you, Constable."

Nick nodded with a smile, tightening his grip on the boy's jacket when he squirmed. "Don't even think about it."

Phil looked at the ride owner. "We can charge him, sir."

To Nick's surprise, the man shook his head. "I have me cash box back. I don't want ter press charges. These things happen." The man frowned at the boy. "I hope you're ashamed of yerself, lad. Go off and earn yer money."

Nick regarded the owner quizzically. "Are you sure?" When the man nodded, Nick reluctantly released the teen and watched him run off with a laugh, muttering something they couldn't quite catch, though Nick was sure that was probably for the best.

"Thank you, officers. Sorry to be a nuisance."

Nick smiled. "No problem." He glanced quickly at the hut before turning back to the ride owner. "How much longer will you be here, sir?"

"Rest of day. Pack up later tonight."

Nick nodded and turned to the exit. "Thank you."

The two constables finished patrolling and reached the police car parked outside the fete. "Just as well I suppose," Nick mused as they shuffled into the car, "might be better to come back later in civvies anyway."

Phil nodded. "Good idea. I could still come wi` yer."

Nick shook his head and started the engine. "Best not ay? I'll get more from her if she doesn't see you."

Phil wondered if there was something Nick wasn't telling him and guessed it had to do with Kate, but before he could ask, there was a call on the radio.

…..

Nick and Phil exited the car parked close to the police house and headed toward the church. Apparently, there was a disturbance in the churchyard, causing people to feel uneasy and avoid visiting their loved ones. Nick had a feeling he knew what it was, and if he was right, there'd be nothing they could do about it. Annoyance swelled within him because sometimes certain villagers could be damn right unpleasant and ignorant when something occurred that interrupted their way of life.

"Nick, did Kate say anything ter yer about the teller like? Did she say if she went inside wi` Gina?" Phil glanced at Nick when he didn't get a reply. "Nick?" Phil frowned and tapped his colleague's arm.

Nick looked up immediately and saw Phil staring at him. "What? Did you say something?"

Phil tilted his head and huffed a laugh. "Boring yer was I?"

Nick shook his head and swiped a hand across his eyes. "Sorry, Phil. Haven't been sleeping too good lately."

A frown appeared on Phil's face; he could see how Nick tried to hold himself and the way the sun caught his pale features through the gaps as they passed several trees. Nick wasn't just tired; he was exhausted. "I asked if Kate said anything about the teller."

Nick's face became grave as he nodded. "Apparently, Gina asked her to go, and curiosity got the better of her, so she offered to go first."

Phil was surprised to hear that; he always thought of Kate as one who thought logically and didn't let a single misconstrued idea fool her, but with that came her kind and understanding nature, and therefore, she wouldn't allow Gina to go alone if she didn't want to. Despite Kate's beliefs, Phil saw Kate as an inquisitive and outgoing woman who was always willing to try things, and if that meant keeping an open mind, she'd do it. Phil decided not to press for information because it seemed to bother Nick more than he let on. "Are you sure you're alright anyroad? I think you were under-exaggerating the tired bit."

Nick smiled in amusement. "You sound like my wife. I've just had bad luck these past few nights is all. What with Mrs Higgins' call outs, and all the bloody odd thefts I've dealt with in between. Just feels like I haven't stopped really. Besides, how good's it gonna look to Blaketon if I tell him I can't do my job because I'm tired?"

Phil shook his head in disbelief. "Yer still allowed ter be tired, Nick. Look at yer! Even Blaketon can see it otherwise he wouldn't have asked me ter go wi` yer."

Nick huffed; while he appreciated everyone's concern, it was beginning to grate on his nerves, and he berated himself for that because he knew they meant well. "Let's just see what this is about, shall we?"

Phil stared firmly at him before giving in. "Alright, but I'm telling yer, you'll put yerself in an early grave if this carries on yer berk."

Nick chuckled, and they entered through the open gate of the churchyard and headed toward the man sitting on a fold-out chair in the corner under a large tree with a small blanket over his shoulders, holding a book.

Nick and Phil shared a knowing smile as they approached. This man was here every day, sitting quietly on his own without a bother to anyone and always seemed to have a book in his hand, lost in its words, only mindful of the world around him. Sometimes, Nick wondered how it must feel to lose yourself in a world of fiction with such interest and joy. Nobody seemed to pay any mind to him recently that he knew of, so when the call came through, Nick was concerned for the man. "Good book, Mr Guilbert?" Nick and Phil smiled when Guilbert looked up at them, squinting slightly from the bright sun before returning the smile.

"Oh, Nick, Phil…good ter see yer."

Nick placed his hands in his pockets. "What deep world are we lost in today then? Looks like you've nearly finished." Nick gestured to the few pages that were left.

Guilbert chuckled and closed the book on the marker. "Jenny is just about to find out who was really responsible for her father's death. It was thought to be a suicide, but I knew all along."

Phil huffed a laugh. "I've no doubt, Mr Guilbert."

Nick and Phil shared a guilty look before Nick found the courage to acknowledge why they were there. "Mr Guilbert, we got a call about some kind of disturbance around here that was stopping people from visiting their loved ones."

Guilbert smiled in amusement. "Is that why you look so guilty? You think it's because of me, don't you?"

Nick sighed. "Sorry, Mr Guilbert, we just have to ask you a few questions."

Guilbert smiled knowingly. "Oh, of course. Don't look so guilty, Nick. A good officer such as yerself shouldn't feel ashamed by doin` his job like. There's a character in this book that's a bit like you."

Nick huffed a laugh. "I hope it's not Jenny's dad."

Guilbert shook his head amusedly. "Anyroad, you need not worry, lad. It were me who made t`call."

Phil was surprised. "You did?"

Nick frowned in concern. "What's up? No one's been harassing you, have they?"

Guilbert shook his head. "No, no. Stop fussing." The two constables chuckled lightly. In some ways, the old man reminded Nick of Alex in how he portrayed himself and exerted such kindness toward others. "There's an open grave around here. I spotted it while I were coming in."

Nick gave a short shrug. "Well it is a church, Mr Guilbert. They're probably preparing for someone's burial."

Guilbert clicked his tongue. "Kindly let me finish, will you?"

Nick smiled. "Yeah, alright. Sorry."

Phil tried not to laugh as he listened to Guilbert's story.

"That were a few days ago now, and it's still there. I told the Parish Priest and the coroner, but happen they thought I were havin` em on like. Seemed to deny knowing owt about it and told me ter shove off. Happen it be the reason people won't come in, but s'ppose it could be me."

Nick smiled sympathetically. "I see. Can you tell us where the grave is, Mr Guilbert?"

Guilbert looked behind them into the distance and pointed. "It were somewhere over there just behind the first line of trees, hidden somewhat. I thought it were weird it being so secluded like. I wouldn't have spotted it had I not decided ter have a wander and stretch me legs."

Phil nodded. "Don't worry. Yer did the right thing by callin` us anyroad."

Guilbert sighed and looked at Nick. "I'm sorry, Nick. I can't remember exactly where it is, so be careful will yer?"

Nick smiled. "We will."

As Nick left to search toward the right side, leaving Phil to search left, Guilbert regarded Phil carefully. "Is he alright?"

Phil smiled amusedly; Nick couldn't say everyone didn't look out for him. "Just overdoing is all. I'll look after him, don't worry."

….

Phil pushed a few branches back as he carefully stepped over an uprooted thick branch to look between two old gravestones and crossed between them, peering over the top: nothing. He didn't want to agree with the Priest that Guilbert was making it up, but they'd been searching for at least thirty minutes now. Phil was surprised at Bernie taking this so lightly, given how the older man had seen his fair share of peculiar happenings in his time in Aidensfield, and now that he thought about it, Phil began to wonder if they really were trying to hide something. It seemed strange to him that an open grave would be this secluded, almost as if they didn't want anyone to know it was there. "I found it!" he heard Nick yell and grinned as he started making his way over. Phil suddenly looked up sharply when he heard a short yell and then nothing. "Nick?" Phil immediately ran toward where he thought the voice came from, panic-stricken now when he didn't get an immediate response. Phil jumped over a small bit of raised ground and across several graves before rounding a large tree and skidding to a halt with a gasp. "Nick!" Phil scrambled on his knees beside the deep, wide hole in the ground: the open grave.

"Christ," Phil muttered and hastily grabbed the torch from the belt, being careful not to fall in himself or cause any more dirt clumps to shift. Phil worriedly and shakily shone his torch down over his colleague. He could see blood running from the side of Nick's head, but there was no way of telling how bad he was hurt; for now, he held onto hope that it was the only injury. "Nick! Can yer hear me?"

Phil chewed his lip and hastily got to his feet before running into the clearing. "Mr Guilbert!" he shouted, and when the old man looked up semi-confused, Phil continued, "call for help! It's Nick!" Instantly, Guilbert shot up from his chair and scurried through the churchyard toward the Parish.

Phil returned to where his colleague had fallen and shone the torch. "Come on, Nick. Give us a sign, will yer?" Phil suddenly heard a small groan, and relief flooded through him. "Nick? Are yer alright? You scared me half to death!" Nick's eyes fluttered open only to shut instantly when pain shot through him as he tried to move. "Nick? What's wrong? Talk ter me will yer!"

Nick coughed slightly and swallowed back the pain as he moved just a bit. "Calm down," he groaned, trying to ignore his pounding head, "I'm self-assessing."

Phil waited a moment, but the silence unnerved him. "Nick, I know I said you'd be in an early grave like, but I were bloody joking!" Nick half-glared up at his colleague, and Phil cringed. "I'm sorry, but I'm panicking, aren't I!"

Nick took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, relieved to find he probably hadn't broken any ribs, and his back seemed okay, but the pain was coming from somewhere other than the probable gash on the side of his head. "Chuck us down the torch," he gestured and glanced up, "preferably away from my head." Phil nodded and dropped the torch beside his colleague. Nick bit his lip as he shifted forward and shone the torch near his feet. "My foot's stuck," he finally spoke and cringed. "I must have twisted it when I fell."

Phil leaned over slightly in concern. "Can yer free it?" Nick held the torch between his teeth and tried to shift his foot away, only to clench his eyes shut from the pain before his elbows gave out. "Alright, stop! Just lie still, Nick. Mr Guilbert went for help. Are yer sure you're not hurt anywhere else?"

Nick looked up grimly and shook his head. "I don't think so…." He huffed a small laugh. "At least I only fell six feet."

Phil glared at him. "That's not funny, Nick."

Nick smiled. "You started it."

Phil sighed heavily, clearly not amused, but before he could bite Nick's head off for worrying him so much, he spotted someone rushing over with what looked like a long ladder, and following behind was Guilbert. As they drew nearer, Phil realised the other man was Bernie; this was their help? Phil wondered what was going through their heads, but the only thing that mattered right now was getting Nick the hell out of this horrifying situation.

"I couldn't find the priest," Guilbert apologised solemnly. "Bernie were outside the courtyard wi` his van."

Bernie nodded. "He were lucky to catch me."

When Guilbert and Bernie reached Phil, they looked down with a gasp. "Hell fire," Bernie gasped, "what the bloody hell happened?"

Guilbert crouched beside the hole. "Nick, lad, are yer alright?"

Nick looked up at them with a painful smile. "Been better," he admitted before frowning slightly at Bernie. "Is this normal, covering open graves with a sheet of fake grass?"

Phil looked sharply at Bernie. "Ay?"

Bernie scoffed defensively. "I hope you're not suggesting this is my fault?"

Phil furrowed his brows. "Well, you and the Parish Priest were the only ones that Mr Guilbert told about the open grave. Summat you want ter tell us?"

Nick winced. "Yeah, you know, how about we continue this discussion when I'm up there, ay?"

Phil looked down at Nick in concern, then back to the two helpers. "Right, one of you will have ter go down ter Nick and see if yer can get his foot free."

Bernie snorted. "You must be joking."

Phil regarded him sternly. "Unless you fancy pulling him up from here, which quite frankly, I'm not sure you could, then we have no choice. He can hardly climb the ladder in his condition!" Nick shifted back on his elbows with a hiss and tried to give them as much room as he could as they lowered the ladder and set it sturdily against the edge. "Won't be long now, Nick."

Nick smiled, knowing Phil was trying his best to keep the panic from his voice. "Thanks. Any longer and I'll have the worms after me," he joked lightly and chuckled when he noticed Phil's expression. "Alright, sorry. No more jokes."

Once they were sure the ladder was secure, Bernie sighed and hesitantly stepped forward. Guilbert clicked his tongue and pulled the slightly older man back. "I'll go. Nick needs all the support he can get, and you're hardly a comfort at best of times."

Nick smiled amusedly at Bernie's reaction, glancing up at Phil to see the same humorous smile.

Bernie huffed. "Funny way of showing your appreciation ter the guy who brings yer good books ter read sometimes."

Guilbert stepped onto the ladder and turned to guide himself down. Nick watched him warily. "Careful," he warned, unable to do anything else.

Guilbert laughed. "Don't fret, lad, I won't fall on yer."

Nick smiled and shook his head. "That's not what I'm worried about."

Guilbert stepped away from the ladder and crouched beside Nick. "How yer doin`, lad?" Nick smiled and nodded but was sure the older man could see right through him, which was rare since not many people could, having perfected his tolerance during his years as an officer. Bravery in the line of duty. "Let's have yer out, shall we?" Nick handed him the torch, and Guilbert shuffled over on his knees to see what had trapped the constable. "Yer don't do things by `alf, do yer Nick?" He turned to Nick with a half-smile before fishing out his penknife, almost chuckling at the sudden alarm on the constable's face. "Relax. Your foot is tangled up pretty well in some roots. I'll have yer free in no time." He waved the knife steadily. "This baby's got me outta some jams in the war days."

Nick almost grimaced and tried not to think that this knife was probably used to kill a man or two, and now that same knife was being used to help him. "Which one?" he asked and held back a painful grunt when Guilbert cut a thick root from around the top of his ankle.

Guilbert smiled and carefully moved the separated root to reach the other, tighter root, leading from the lower part of his foot around the back of his ankle. "Both," he answered with a small smile at the distant memory. "Nick, if I cut the root here, happen we could release yer foot from the shoe. Can yer manage that? Might hurt a bit mind."

Nick shifted back slightly to brace himself against the dirt wall. "Yeah, alright. Feeling a bit woozy anyway, best get it over with," he admitted softly, causing Guilbert to shift his gaze to him.

"Now, don't yer go falling asleep, you hear?" Nick nodded slowly, trying to reassure the veteran of his answer. Guilbert turned back to his task and first cut the root from under Nick's ankle. "I've cut a small tear down the soft thread of yer shoe. Should help. Ready? On three…"

Nick swallowed dryly with a weak grin. "You really mean that, right?"

Guilbert chuckled. "If you like."

Nick took a deep breath. "On three," he confirmed.

"Nice and careful now, don't rush it, otherwise you'll cause more damage." Phil and Bernie watched grimly as Guilbert slipped a hand under Nick's leg while the constable pushed against the ground as he slowly pulled back his foot. Phil could see the pain etched on his friend's face and wondered how the hell Nick could keep so stoic, but he guessed if it were him, he'd probably be doing the same thing. "Good lad!" Guilbert exclaimed as he turned to Nick with a smile. "Well done."

Nick smiled weakly, not quite used to open praise. "Thanks…"

Guilbert examined Nick's ankle carefully, much to the constable's chagrin. "Good thing we got yer free when we did. Swelling up like a good 'en, is that. You've definitely broken it mind, probably a fracture somewhere along the lateral, but I'm pleased to see there's no open fractures like I first thought." Guilbert smiled amusedly at Nick's surprise as he pushed the knife back into his pocket.

"You're a doctor?"

Guilbert chuckled. "You thought I killed someone wi` this knife, din't yer?"

Nick grimaced as Guilbert stood up and helped him to his feet. "I admit, it did cross my mind." Nick leaned against the dirt wall with Guilbert's support before the veteran knelt with his hands clasped.

"Almost there now. Think yer have enough strength for me ter give a leg up?"

Nick looked up at Phil with a tight smile. "Don't drop me, ay? I don't plan on coming back down here in a hurry." Phil shook his head and reached out his hand. Nick braced himself and slowly placed his injured foot lightly on the ground.

Phil cringed. "Are yer sure yer can't use the ladder, Nick?"

Nick closed his eyes for a moment. "I'm alright. Besides, wouldn't be any different. It's only for a second." Nick's eyes locked with Phil's. "Ready?"

Phil huffed. "Never mind me." Nick bit back a pained grunt as he pushed against the ground with his injured foot and used his good one on Guilbert's hand before reaching out to grab Phil's hand when the older man raised him as far as he could. Phil grabbed him tightly and hauled Nick over the edge, safely on land. Slightly breathless, Phil helped his colleague to sit up and watched with concern as Nick rested his head against his propped knee.

"I'm right sorry, Nick," Bernie finally said as Guilbert climbed out of the open grave. "I knew it were here, but I swear, I din't know it were still open like…" Nick raised his head wearily. "I were doin` a favor for someone who wanted their loved one buried `ere, only they weren't much welcome when the poor sod were alive if yer know what I mean, and so we hid it, but when Mr Guilbert come to us about it and people started avoiding the churchyard, I asked that daft beggar to fill the bloody hole back up not ter cover it with a flamin` sheet of synthetic turf! Heaven's knows where he got that from anyroad!"

Nick frowned thoughtfully and looked at Phil. "Greengrass," they both exclaimed.

Nick shook his head. "You know what, I'm in too much pain to care, just get this hole filled, alright? If a kid fell through, it could have been much worse." With Phil's support, Nick stood up, leaning on his good foot as he turned his attention to Guilbert. "Thank you."

Guilbert smiled and clapped a hand on Nick's shoulder. "Think nowt of it, just get yerself ter hospital, d'you hear?"

Phil huffed a laugh. "I'll make sure he does, Mr Guilbert. His wife'll have me head if I don't." As Phil turned to leave with Nick, he caught sight of the gravestone and froze. "Nick…"

Nick frowned at the sudden pale complexion of his colleague and followed Phil's gaze. "Phil?"

"Yeah?"

"Not a word about this to Kate."