The body of a man slumped beside the ruins of a house in the woods, whispering dying words about a 'Destroying Angel'. The body of another man laying in the cottage the first man had lived in; clutching a package to his chest he'd stolen from someone who had just killed him in an unsuccessful attempt to get it back. No good retiring to Shropshire if it's a quiet life you're looking for. Not as long as Chief Inspector Macdonald is still there pulling the strings.