It is late in the afternoon when you finally make your way toward the estuary. The bird hide is empty but shows signs of previous occupation; empty coffee cups, cigarette butts and sweet wrappers line the floor and table.
As you begin to clear a space you look up briefly and notice an odd shape on the mudflat. Unable to decide what it is, you grab your waders and binoculars and head out over the reedbed. As you draw closer you realize it is the naked body of a young woman lying face down in the mud.
What happens next?