Harry was in the bedroom getting dressed when the Sergeant arrived. Even though David had unblocked the shower head, she still felt unclean after she'd scrubbed and scrubbed her body. She threw on her track pants and her old grey hoodie and returned to the bathroom to cover herself in a whole bottle of perfume.

She gave her hair a last towelling off, and meandered down the hallway, not at all looking forward to another interview with Sergeant Stone.

The woman stood in the centre of the lounge room in the dying afternoon light. She scowled at Harry's entrance. "I see you've gotten yourself into a situation again," the Sergeant scolded, as if Harry had purposefully found a body in her shed.

"Well, I can promise you, it wasn't my intention. I just wanted to house the gardening tools somewhere." It didn't look like that would be happening any time soon now.

"Well, that remains to be seen." the Sergeant said stony faced. Her name really did suit her, still Harry couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"It sounds like you think I was actually somehow involved in this. How could I possibly be involved? I didn't even know the woman, and I hadn't even heard of this town back when she went missing, so what could I have done?" In her incredulity, her voice had raised about three octaves and she was talking at a hundred words per second, but she didn't care. She was outraged.

"We have no proof that the person in your shed is Ms Lindley. For all we know you have been hiding that body in the shed since you arrived. I mean, the whole town knows about your temper..." She let the rest of the thought slip away and David looked at Harry, clearly confused. Harry stood shaking her head, her mouth hanging wide open. "And even if I did have proof it was her, I cannot rule out yet that you were not involved. Gaining her job seems like motive to me."

Harry was speechless. She couldn't believe the nerve of this woman. She had never wanted to punch someone in the face more than she did Sergeant Stone at that moment. To make matters worse, she couldn't even order the woman out of her house. Not without making herself look suspicious anyway.

"Well, what do we need to do for you to rule me out as a suspect then?" Harry inquired through gritted teeth.

Sergeant Stone sighed, like doing her job was such an inconvenience to her. "First someone will need to take me to the body..."

Harry let David do that. She didn't want to go anywhere near the shed again unless she absolutely had to.

Her brain began to think ahead. What happened with the school the next day? A body had been found on government land, right next door to a government school, and the body was most likely a missing school Principal. This didn't look good for the Department. The school couldn't possibly open tomorrow, could it?

She picked up her phone and called her region's Assistant Director.

After some to-ing and fro-ing between the region's directors and the Department's media team, a statement was prepared for Harry in case any journalists called, and a second brief statement was drafted explaining the school's closure for the Friday.

By that time Sergeant Stone had returned and was giving Harry advice sullenly about what she could and couldn't confirm. Overall, it wasn't a lot. Human remains had been found at the back of the property, they were not yet able to determine identity (even though Harry had seen the Sergeant had uncovered a wallet), the property and the surrounding area were considered a crime scene and were being investigated, and finally, they were viewing the circumstances around the death as suspicious.

The Sergeant had also informed them she wasn't equipped to deal with a major crime like this, and a team was being flown in by helicopter to assist in the investigation. In the meantime, she needed a statement from both of them again, and this time she would need to take it down at the station.

They packed a bag and started loading the car up with the portacot and Charlie's bedtime gear. Harry didn't need to ask whether they were allowed to stay in the house that night, she wanted to put as much distance as possible between herself and that putrid odour. It had clung to the insides of her nostrils, so disappearing it would not be easy, but maybe some of it would ease at a different location.

She arranged for Matt Smith to take Ranger, since the Mercy Hotel didn't have facilities for pets, and got David to rinse him off in the shower and blow dry his fur, once they'd been given the okay to do so. Then Harry made herself two cups of coffee, and poured them into the largest travel mug she had.

She'd need the caffeine. Tonight she would spend another night being interrogated, and tomorrow, instead of planning the school's 50 year memorial ceremony, she would prepare a memorial for another woman she had never known. Assuming the identity had been released, on Monday she would host an event for the whole town.

She was sure that was going to go swimmingly.