She was about twenty, with long blond hair, and her body was found a few days after she fell from the cliffs to her death on the rocks below. No one identified her; no one reported a missing girl. All the police knew was her rough age, that shed had a child recently, and that she was very underweight.Her death was a mystery that had haunted Alan Nesbitt, Dorothy Martins now-retired chief constable husband, since 1968. It didnt matter that the incident had happened more than thirty years earlier; under the pretence of a vacation to Cornwall, Dorothy was going to get to the bottom of the mystery for Alan . . . and uncover a new one while she was at it.