Death and Other Lovers

Light like a great pink chrysanthemum bloomed far away over the distant perimeter, hanging high in the quiet air. Others would describe it as a fireball and speak of the deep booming roar as the fuel tanks, full to capacity at the start of the plane's long run, exploded. But no sound reached inside the little office, double-glazed and already ten miles away, and Flynn's abiding impression was of a great flower blossoming halfway down the sky.

After long shocked moments Inspector Harris foun...