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The Janus Stone: The Dr Ruth Galloway Mysteries 2 (English Edition) par [Elly Griffiths]
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Chapter 1

A light breeze runs through the long grass at the top of the hill. Close up, the land looks ordinary, just heather and coarse grass with the occasional white stone standing out like a signpost. But if you were to fly up above these unremarkable hills, you would be able to see circular raised banks and darker rectangles on the grass – sure indications that this land has been occupied many, many times before.
Ruth Galloway, walking rather slowly up the hill, does not need the eagle’s-eye view to know that this is an archaeological site of some importance. Colleagues from the university have been digging on this hill for days and they have uncovered not only evidence of a Roman villa, but of earlier Bronze Age and Iron Age settlements.
Ruth had planned to visit the site earlier but she has been busy marking papers and preparing for the end of term. It is May and the air is sweet, full of pollen and the scent of rain. She stops, getting her breath back and enjoying the feeling of being outdoors on a spring afternoon. The year has been dark so far, though not without unexpected bonuses, and she relishes the chance just to stand still, letting the sun beat down on her face.
She turns and sees a man walking toward her. He is wearing jeans and a work-stained shirt and he treats the hill with disdain, hardly altering his long stride. He is tall and slim, with curly dark hair turning silver at the temples. Ruth recognizes him, as he obviously does her, from a talk he gave at her university several months ago. Dr. Max Grey, from the University of Sussex, an archaeologist and an expert on Roman Britain.
“I’m glad you could come,” he says and he actually does look glad. A change from most archaeologists, who resent another expert on their patch. And Ruth is an acknowledged expert – on bones, decomposition and death. She is head of forensic archaeology at the University of North Norfolk.
“Are you down to the foundations?” asks Ruth, following Max to the summit of the hill. It is colder here and, somewhere high above, a skylark sings.
“Yes, I think so,” says Max, pointing to a neat trench in front of them. Halfway down, a line of grey stone can be seen. “I think we may have found something that will interest you, actually.”
Ruth knows without being told.
“Bones,” she says.
Detective Chief Inspector Harry Nelson is shouting. Despite having a notoriously short fuse at work (at home with his wife and daughters he is a pussycat), he is not normally a shouter. Brusque commands are more his line, usually delivered on the run while moving on to the next job. He is a man of quick decisions and limited patience. He likes doing things: catching criminals, interrogating suspects, driving too fast and eating too much. He does not like meetings, pointless discussions or listening to advice. Above all, he does not like sitting in his office on a fine spring day trying to persuade his new computer to communicate with him. Hence the shouting.
“Leah!” he bellows.
Leah, Nelson’s admin assistant (or secretary, as he likes to call her), edges cautiously into the room. She is a delicate, dark girl of twenty-five, much admired by the younger officers. Nelson, though, sees her mainly as a source of coffee and an interpreter of new technology, which seems to get newer and more temperamental every day.
“Leah,” he complains, “the screen’s gone blank again.”
“Did you switch it off?” asks Leah. Nelson has been known to pull out plugs in moments of frustration, once blowing all the lights on the second floor.
“No. Well, once or twice.”
Leah dives beneath the desk to check the connections. “Seems okay,” she says. “Press a key.”
“Which one?”
“Surprise me.”
Nelson thumps the space bar and the computer miraculously comes to life, saying smugly, “Good afternoon, DCI Nelson.”
“Fuck off,” responds Nelson, reaching for the mouse.
“I beg your pardon?” Leah’s eyebrows rise.
“Not you,” says Nelson. “This thing. When I want small talk, I’ll ask for it.”
“I assume it’s programmed to say good morning,” says Leah equably. “Mine plays me a tune.”
“Jesus wept.”
“Chief Superintendent Whitcliffe says everyone’s got to familiarize themselves with the new computers. There’s a training session at four today.”
“I’m busy,” says Nelson without looking up. “Got a case conference out Swaffham way.”
“Isn’t that where they’re doing that Roman dig?” asks Leah. “I saw it on Time Team.
She has her back to Nelson, straightening files on his shelves, and so doesn’t see the sudden expression of interest on his face.
“A dig? Archaeology?”
“Yes,” says Leah, turning around. “They’ve found a whole Roman town there, they think.”
Nelson now bends his head to his computer screen. “Lots of archaeologists there, are there?”
“Yes. My uncle owns the local pub, the Phoenix, and he says they’re in there every night. He’s had to double his cider order.”
“Typical,” grunts Nelson. He can just imagine archaeologists drinking cider when everyone knows that bitter’s a man’s drink. Women archaeologists, though, are another matter.
“I might have a look at the site on my way back,” he says.
“Are you interested in history?” asks Leah disbelievingly.
“Me? Yes, fascinated. Never miss an episode of Sharpe.
“You should be on our pub quiz team then.”
“I get too nervous,” says Nelson blandly, typing in his password with one finger: Nelson1. He’s not one for ambiguity. “Do me a favour, love, make us a cup of coffee, would you?”
Swaffham is a picturesque market town, the kind Nelson drives through every day without noticing. A few miles outside and you are deep in the country – fields waist-high with grass, signposts pointing in both directions at once, cows wandering across the road shepherded by a vacant-looking boy on an all-terrain vehicle. Nelson is lost in seconds and almost gives up before it occurs to him to ask the vacant youth the way to the Phoenix pub. When in doubt in Norfolk, ask the way to a pub. It turns out to be quite near. Nelson does a U-turn in the mud, pulls into a road that is no more than a track and there it is, a low thatched building facing a high, grassy bank. Nelson parks in the pub parking lot and, with a skip of his heart that he does not want to acknowledge as excitement, he recognizes the battered red Renault parked across the road, at the foot of the hill. I just haven’t seen her for a while, he tells himself. It’ll be good to catch up.
He has no idea where to find the dig, or even what it will look like, but he reckons he’ll be able to see more from the top of the bank. It’s a beautiful evening; the shadows are long on the grass and the air is soft. But Nelson does not notice his surroundings; he is thinking of a bleak coastline, of bodies washed out to sea by a relentless tide, of the circumstances in which he met Ruth Galloway. She had been the forensic archaeologist called in when human bones were found on the Saltmarsh, a desolate spot on the North Norfolk coast. Though those bones had turned out to be more than two thousand years old, Ruth had subsequently become involved in a much more recent case, that of a five-year-old girl, abducted, believed murdered. He hasn’t seen Ruth since the case ended three months ago.
At the top of the hill he can see only more hills. The only features of interest are some earthworks in the distance and two figures walking along the top of the bank, which curves around like a wall: one a brown-haired woman in loose, dark clothes, the other a tall man in mud-stained jeans. A cider drinker, he’ll be bound.
“Ruth,” calls Nelson. He can see her smile; she has a remarkably lovely smile, not that he would ever tell her so.
“Nelson!” She looks good too, he thinks, her eyes bright, her cheeks pink with exercise. She hasn’t lost any weight though and he realizes that he would have been rather disappointed if she had.
“What are you doing here?” asks Ruth. They don’t kiss or even shake hands but both are grinning broadly.
“Had a case conference nearby. Heard there was a dig here.”
“What, are you watching Time Team now?”
“My favourite viewing.”
Ruth smiles skeptically and introduces her companion. “This is Dr. Max Grey from Sussex University. He’s in charge of the dig. Max, this is DCI Nelson.”
The man looks surprised. Nelson himself is aware that his title sounds incongruous in the golden evening, with the birds swooping overhead and the smell of hay in the air. Crime happens, even here, Nelson tells Max Grey silently. Academics are never keen on the police. But Dr. Grey manages a smile.
“Are you interested in archaeology, DCI Nelson?”
“Sometimes,” says Nelson cautiously. “Ruth . . . Dr. Galloway . . . and I worked on a case together recently.”
“That affair on the Sa... --Ce texte fait référence à l'édition kindle_edition.

Revue de presse

'Her lead character is engagingly awkward enough to be perversely appealing ... on this evidence Griffiths has wrought something of a miracle' --The Times.

'It's always a pleasure when an author's second book lives up to the promise of the first, and this is certainly true of the second in Griffiths's series... There s a satisfying meaty plot family secrets, insanity and ancient mythology, both pagan and Roman but it's Griffiths's dryly humorous writing and the appeal of her two main characters that make these books such a treat ... More please.' --Guardian.

' is topically terrifying enough but far more so when it is combined with pagan rites ... bone-chilling stuff' --Times. --Ce texte fait référence à l'édition kindle_edition.

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  • ASIN ‏ : ‎ B004EYT54K
  • Éditeur ‏ : ‎ Quercus; 0 édition (29 juillet 2010)
  • Langue ‏ : ‎ Anglais
  • Taille du fichier ‏ : ‎ 3829 KB
  • Synthèse vocale ‏ : ‎ Activée
  • Confort de lecture ‏ : ‎ Activé
  • X-Ray ‏ : ‎ Activé
  • Word Wise ‏ : ‎ Activé
  • Nombre de pages de l'édition imprimée  ‏ : ‎ 337 pages
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