38. meeting with her mother.

He was pleased they were in communication again but he was far from pleased that he still had no definite evidence about how James and Emily had died. It was all hearsay. He felt like the ball in the middle of a non– stop game of pinball.
On the return flight from his window seat at 30,000 feet he hardly noticed the amazing cloud formations below him resembling mountains, valleys, sand dunes and one regular formation resembling a huge slab of crissed – crossed broken toffee on its tray. More and more questions were occupying his mind.
If Loga had really decapitated her husband then wasn’t it just too far-fetched to believe that she had also killed her only daughter? Why had the infant’s dead body been found with her feet burnt away? At 18 months she would most likely have been walking. Did she walk over to her dead headless father to lie with him? It all seemed too absurd to be true.
Richard had believed what Sam and Lizzie had told him – that Loga was pulled out covered in blood yet without a mark on her. Richard knew that a Doctor from Mary’s Harbour had attended to Loga. Where was the medical report? What were the clinical facts? Where was the murder weapon? Were local people more involved in the murders than anybody had let on? What did they really know? What had the deceased family done about it? Again too many unanswered questions. 64 years later on was it all still worthwhile? Who was still alive? Did it all matter? What if they really had died in an accidental fire? Where was the evidence? What were the facts?
Richard was convinced that it did matter. Nobody closes the book on unsolved murders he thought to himself. He owed it to their memories