Do not read this if you are of a fragile disposition.
It took a moment for the penny to drop. “You wanna dig up Mrs. Evans?” Darren said.
“Run,” he said.
“What?” But Gwyn was already gone, and by the time Darren realised what he mate had meant, he was being handcuffed by one of the coppers and watching the other one tackling Gwyn to the floor.