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There are things I don’t yet know. Where did they meet? How did they get involved in PLUTO? Where did the idea come from? But with all of them dead I’m not expecting any answers and I don’t think I’ll be looking for them. Like distant cousins invited to a family gathering, if they turn up I’ll embrace them. I don’t imagine my lack of knowledge and understanding is going to keep me awake at night. I will have the ghosts of my loved ones for that.

If Gaston was to be believed – and why would he lie under the circumstances? – I got one thing very wrong. Without proper thought, I’d dismissed the claims made by Dennis in his email to Mather and Platt about simply wanting to get the pump working for a museum piece. If things hadn’t ended so personally tragically for me such a misunderstanding might have gone on to be funny.

It angers, appals and frustrates me beyond words to think that the lives of my decent relatives were ended so pointlessly, so needlessly, so prematurely, so abruptly. Such an utter, cruel waste. At times my despair and rage swamps me. But I have nothing to focus these feelings on. In calmer, more objective phases I wonder whether perhaps I should be so incredulous that the right to life can be disregarded so casually, that life can be ended so callously, so brutally. Human life is fragile. It is easily ended. One stupid thoughtless action, the product of a momentary loss of control, of reason, and it’s over. The driver who remonstrates with a pair of lads who throw a half-eaten chocolate bar into the open window of his car; the young man who can’t ignore being bombarded with conkers by a gang of youths; the proud old men who get out of their cars to fight over a supermarket parking space. Every incident real. Every incident reported in the news in recent years. Every incident ending with someone dying, families devastated, lives ruined. All of them products of the wrong place and the wrong time, and human stupidity. But my uncle’s death was a far more sinister and disturbing thing: calculated cruelty of a type rare in society. I’m glad his murderer is dead.

I have to hope that with time I can make some kind of sense of it all and move on. I have good people to bury and then I have my new life to get on with.

Insanely, I received some post at the hospital. Just one large envelope delivered by hand by courier. It was from my Turkish wife, or more accurately her solicitors. She was suing me for divorce and clearly she was in a hurry – that Mediterranean temperament and Turkish impatience for everything. It made me smile more than sad.

Apparently, she is suing me for divorce on the grounds of infidelity. In the envelope were glossy photographs of Jo and me enjoying a meal together at The Woolpack; Jo and me standing in my back yard looking friendly; there were fuzzy images of us walking together carrying our Chinese take-away down Dymchurch high street – this image suggested strongly we were walking arm in arm, which we most certainly were not. I would have remembered. And they say the camera never lies. At least this explained those feelings I had experienced of being watched and I was glad of that.

I’m not going to contest anything. I intend to write back accepting the blame, wishing her well and meaning it. I’d had a wonderful time in one of the most vibrant cities in the world, but like all good things it had come to an end and this episode provided me with the means with which to finish it. I will not be returning to Istanbul. There is no one I have left behind that I will miss and nothing that I won’t now be able to afford to replace. I do wonder whether my soon-to-be-ex-wife commissioned my beating. Maybe it was all part of the surveillance team’s service: free roll of film and a good kicking with every order.

Things change. Life goes on. Live and learn.

Flashman senior was a surprise and uncomfortable-looking visitor to my hospital bedside. I wasn’t sure what to expect from him and relaxed only when he produced some fruit and duty-free booze. The sight of a bottle of expensive whisky made the nil-by-mouth instruction harder to swallow than hospital food. Still, none of it got wasted.

He told me that because I hadn’t given him the opportunity for satisfaction he didn’t have to honour his offer of signing the yard over to me. I was phrasing how to tell him I had never wanted it anyway and he should have saved himself a journey when he went on to say that, far from being angry with me, he appreciated that I had kept him out of it and ultimately out of gaol and from the subsequent ruination of his business and lifestyle. Because of my losses, his son’s part in them and the idea that for him biblical justice had been seen to be done, he told me he was having the land transferred to me anyway.

I could understand why he wouldn’t want to set foot in there ever again and I wasn’t sure I wanted to with the ghosts it held. But it would have seemed rude to decline his most generous offer and perhaps, with the inheritance I have coming and the plans I have for my future, I can do something with it my relatives would have approved of.

This brings me nicely on to my plans for my future. I do not now intend to complete the order I came back to the UK to help with. I will write to the buyer and explain my change of heart and my reasons. I will be honest with him and, from what I understand of him through our couple of exchanges, I have good reason to expect him to be sympathetic and even positive about things.

I am going to give living on Romney Marsh another try. I have something to offer it, it has something to offer me and when the inheritance comes through I will have the means with which to realise my plans.

As for Detective Cash and me, let’s just say that I hope to see a lot more of her once this is all over.

I have had the closest of brushes with the Grim Reaper. That can change a person. The doctor who sewed me up seemed to take pleasure in informing me in his broken English of how fortunate I had been with my injuries. I didn’t feel particularly fortunate to have had my throat slit and my heart almost punctured by several inches of cold steel.

Apparently, another centimetre with either wound and I would have bled to death on the dirty floor of that stinking old Nissen hut on a miserable night in northern France quicker than you could look up who said,
‘Good wombs have borne bad sons.’

 

 

The End

 

 

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