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30 After meeting DCI Culverhouse, Tyrone had milled around in town for a bit longer to run some errands. He’d picked up some bits for dinner, bought a new tea towel to replace the yellowing once-white one in the kitchen in the flat and finally had the cracked screen on his mobile phone replaced. He was still a little shaken after his chat with Culverhouse, so returning to the normal boring routine had helped him to keep calm and forget the threatening note he’d received earlier that day. He hadn’t told Culverhouse about the note. He didn’t see how it was relevant, although deep down he knew it all had to be connected somehow. His life up until the last couple of days had been relatively quiet for years. What were the odds of someone finding out about his visits to Lenny within hours of