I peeked through the spiky branches of the bush I hid behind. A dark figure in a black cloak leaned over the tombstone. Gloved fingers ran over the words inscribed upon it. Then, from beneath the cloak the figure produced two blood red roses and placed them silently on the grave. The English moor mist swallowed the black shadow as it quickly strode away from the site. Sitting in my hiding place, I smiled. For I have solved the mystery of A’zaira.