Earlier, in July, I sorted out who caused the death and why and how. Where and what the implications were.
But I have struggled with the writing of it; have not seen how it can be put down, spelt out, made convincing.
In the end I resorted to writing conversations. Conversations Baz had, with Susannah and with Luke; with John and Col and Billy. And with Adam. Gradually, they are telling me what happened. Not always straightforwardly: sometimes they lie, deliberately deceive. Lead me to believe one thing, only to be tripped up when I realise that's not possible. It's a lot of writing, deleting, and re-writing. A lot. A ridiculous amount, when I am already guilty (no, I don't think 'guilty' either) of writing without prior thought to a considerable extent.
But, it's my time I'm wasting (and no, I don't believe 'wasting' either) - and anyway, what else would I do?
But it's more than a little disorientating, disconcerting, especially because the man I thought was guilty seems not to be after all.