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EVERY pocket in the man's clothes had been turned inside out. There was no need to conduct a search: the man who had killed him had been thorough in that respect.
Tim climbed back to where he had left the car, and drove on to the nearest village to report his find. The van was quite empty: he made sure of that before he left. None of the boxes that it carried was to be found in the wreckage. Tim would have been surprised if they had been.