Snow falls across the headlight beams and shadows move across the snow as four men leave the car.
'Why are we doing this here?' asks the youngest agent.
'Because he's supposed to have died sixteen years ago,' says the oldest of the agents, kicking the black bag they've just dropped.
'Oh,' says the younger agent. 'So when did he really die?'
The bag squirms. The older agent hands the younger a shovel.
'Oh, about ten minutes from now.'
Paddy Dobson
18th January 2023