Grim Death and the Barrow Boys — Joan Fleming

North Sea flotsam...

There was a lot of driftwood about on this shore and an upstanding rusty nail in a piece of it went painfully into his foot at the exact moment that he saw what was in the boat; so his screech of agony had a double edge.

A woman with white hair, dressed in a white cardigan and jersey and half naked; looking, somehow, affronted. And Her eyes were wide open...