An Uncertain Place Page 34
by Fred Vargas
‘Yes, sir, what shall I say?’
‘Tell him that the tree on Highgate Hill is dead.’
‘The tree in Highgate?’
‘That’s right.’
‘That’s all?’
‘Yes.’
‘Will do, commissaire.’
Adamsberg went back up the boulevard slowly, imagining the tree roots in Kiseljevo rotting away around the grave.
Where will they grow again, Peter?