Ed is dead #4
Exhibit ES 240109/TR-pa
Transcript of voicemail message
left on Ed Scaramanga’s mobile
phone: Tuesday 20 January 13:47
Hello sonny boy, dad here. Guess you must be in one of your meetings. Listen, can you give me a call about your mother’s grave? Was contacted by the cemetery and some little thugs have been tearing up the place and vandalised a bunch of headstones and plots, including Sylvia’s … erm, your mum’s. Sprayed ‘God is Dead, Why Bother?’ or some rubbish like that. Janice and I can’t get down there to check what’s what, so we’re wondering if you could go take a look. I know you won’t mind. Was thinking today that it’s almost the ten year anniversary of … but well, no use dwelling, eh? No. None of that. So. Anyway. Be good to hear from you. Call for a chat. (off) Coming, sweetheart, just a sec. (back) We’re gardening. Lord knows why. I’m not much of a Capability Brown. Keep telling her, keep saying: call me Incapability, see? Call me Incapability. We’re building a Mexican stone wall this afternoon, whatever that is. She does get some right ideas, some right odd ideas. Anyways up. Yes. Cheerio son, speak soon.
ENDS