Extract from No. 1 Suspect
The narrow ray of light passing across the surface of the crushed ice transformed it into a heap of glittering diamonds. Whatever was being kept safely under lock and key must be hidden under the ice: a consignment of cannabis, heroin or cocaine, rather than a haul of lobsters or fish.
I scraped away a layer of ice, shifting it aside to left and to right. Only more ice. I excavated more vigorously, deeper and deeper...six inches... twelve inches...still nothing but ice. My hands were aching from the old and the spoil heap of cast-aside ice had begun to cascade onto the floor, when at last a faint grey shape appeared beneath the layer of crystals. I excavated a small hole to enable my fingers to touch the object. Cloth, not the waterproof wrapping used for drug packages. Cloth? Puzzled, I enlarged the cleared area. It was definitely dark blue cotton, with a small button and, a couple of inches away, another. Shirt buttons. I snatched my hands away, mind trying to deny the sinister truth.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself to push aside more ice. A trouser belt. I stared at it. I knew now the purpose of the padlock on the hatch. It had been to conceal the body of the man lying under the few remaining inches of ice.