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The crisp chill in the evening air was lost on Theo Curwood thanks to the four pints he’d enjoyed at the Spitfire on his way home that evening. He’d left his car in the pub’s car park, which doubled as the car park for the parade of shops next to it, and was walking the last few hundred yards home. He could never get parked anywhere near his flat as it was, and it allowed him to enjoy a couple of drinks after work before hitting the sack. He had tomorrow off, so he’d pick the car up in the morning if there was a space outside the flat once his neighbours had gone to work.
He was starting to wonder when the streetlights were going to be fixed along this stretch of Heathcote Road. They’d been out for at least a week now. He wasn’t the sort of person who tended to worry about the dark, b
