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The journey to Southbrook took them a shade under fifteen minutes. The village was a busy one, nestled by the side of the motorway and famous only for its service station as well as being on one of the main arterial routes through the county that didn’t involve motorways or dual carriageways.
Alveston Close was tucked away neatly on the quieter side of the village away from the main drag, and it seemed unlikely to Wendy that Terry Kendall and Jeff Brelsford would have had much in common. That said, they certainly had one thing in common: they were both dead. That and they’d both been killed in a remarkably similar manner, very possibly by the same person.
Wendy noticed the tall hedge that surrounded the front of the property, effectively masking it from prying eyes but also providing
