Carter glanced over at a long built-in bench, its padded seat removed. A technician leaned forward and snapped a couple of pictures.
‘What made you lift it up?’ he asked the pub’s cleaner.
‘It was broken … out of line.’
‘But it wasn’t broken yesterday?’
Carter shook his head. In the last twenty four hours someone had ripped open the sealed bench and stuffed a dead body in the gap.
‘Sir?’ the technician said.
‘I think it’s that actress. From Downton Abbey.’
‘Actress?’ Carter muttered aware that an already odd case was about to become a soap opera.
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.