Suspect number two is Lottie (I think that's her name) and suspect number three her associate Gerald. There's something distinctly odd about them. I was at the allotment on Sunday at six AM and they were there, refilling their bird feeders. There's never a smile or a nod from them (which doesn't make anyone odd in my book), it's something other, something about the way they move; like sleepy insects. This is their shed, which I can't look at without imagining being inside, the sound of rain pattering on the roof, wind whistling through the rusted holes in the tin walls.
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