The Ultimate Solution - Prologue

The Vale of Pewsey, Wiltshire...

Davina Chatham pruned her orchids, as she did every Monday morning. She looked over at her husband, James, who was flicking through a copy of Classical Music Magazine. She could see something was bothering him, so she asked.
“Oh, nothing really, Davinia dear” he replied. He put the magazine down. “I was just wondering how our grandson is doing. Benjamin very rarely visits these days, and we’ve only seen young Craig three times.”
“Well, Benjamin is a very busy young man, doing all that work for the government.”
“Well, why are we still paying his bills?” James asked. “From what I can gather from his letters, Benjamin spends most of his time lounging around in that apartment of his. Well, ours...”
Suddenly he heard the doorbell ring. James got up out of his leather armchair, and made his way to the door. He opened it, and saw it was the postman, a young man with a cheery smile.
“You a new chap?” James asked.
“Started today!” the postman replied.
“Good.” James said, “Don’t like the other one, bloody darkies!” he took the post from the postman, and closed the door on him.
He returned to the conservatory-cum-drawing room, and looked through the post. Three bills, a postcard from Morocco and a package, about the size of a video tape.
He read the postcard. “Looks like Sylvia and Robert are enjoying themselves in Marrakesh” he called to Davina. He threw the bills on the table, and looked at the package. It was addressed to both him and Davina, and had no return address. “Are we expecting any packages?” he called.
“Not that I’m aware of,” Davina called. “Maybe it’s from Benjamin”
“Could be.” James took a letter opener from a writing table, and began to open the package.
The whole house was torn apart by a massive explosion, bricks flying everywhere, a massive fireball erupting from within. Nobody could have survived...