When a retired schoolteacher is found dead in his garden — nine crow feathers arranged with meticulous care across his chest — Detective Jack Carver is sent to the village of Ashwick to investigate. What he finds is not a single crime but the final movement of a sequence that began fifty years ago in a schoolyard, on an October morning when a lonely boy crouched over a dead crow while the world went on around him.
The count is nine. But the rhyme goes to ten.
As Carver traces the pattern backward through eleven years of deaths dismissed as natural causes, he discovers that each victim received a formal notification before they died — a piece of parchment, a calligraphic hand, and one line of an ancient counting rhyme set in bold. The killer has been keeping records. So has someone else.
Nell Marsh has stood at the lychgate of Ashwick churchyard every morning for forty years, counting crows. She is the one who sent for Carver. She knows things she has not yet told him. And the line she is withholding is the one that bears his number.



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