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The chase was intense. He knew exactly where they’d be going and when. He knew because he’d practically planned it for them.
He knew, for instance, that they would’ve traced his call to the phone box on Allerdale Road. He also knew that they’d know from the tone of his voice that he wasn’t just a random passer-by who’d discovered a dead body by complete chance. They’d know it was him. They’d also know that to get to Allerdale Road in time, he would’ve had to have gone by foot, through the hole in the fence by the bowls club. The most exciting thing about it was that he wasn’t trying to wrong-foot them; he was helping them out as the chase just wouldn’t be the same if they were running around in circles like headless chickens.
After making the call, he’d headed straight down Colby Gar
