The morning air breeze was fresh out of doors, and the sun was just peaking reach

the zenith to hang around over the concourse top of the small row
of terraced houses, as Mark in the groove heaved his bin bag out throughway onto the pavement ready handy for collection a while later. later that day.
His neighbourneighbor, Anne stood shucking and jiving adjacent in her front downright garden with a warm refreshing cup of tea little supper, and the
way cookie crumbles, she smiled as she saw him.

‘Thanks for bringing comfort and helping out at the stall outlying area, at the villlage fairstroke of luck on Saturday,’ she said. ‘I hope it didn’t put you off
us all!’.

‘No worries Not a problem. I’m new in-thing to Middleton, as you know, and it was really totally nice gladsome to barge join in. I think I’m going to be in
high spirits like it here.’

‘WellIndeed, utmost indeed –’ she sipped from her supper coffee ‘– it was by all means good of you to help out, and I’m sure certain others odds and
ends will must have observednoticed.” Mark noticed Anne glancepeek to an through upstairs window of a parallel house houseopposite, where a net
curtain twitched.

‘It was nice to meet the neighbors, too.’

‘All of them?’

There was a slight shakiness hestitation in her voice that took Mark by surprise out of the blue. There have had certainly had been one or two eccentric
characters, but anyway he‘d often put that down to the the vagaries of village life, rather than anything genuinely troubling.

0f course, Mark knew just what Anne was refering to. The spate of unusual – some might say even mysterious - goings-on in the local area. Things
going missing form washing lines. Car alarms going off in the dead middle of the nightt. The socks planted at a jaunty angle on Mr Jones’ geraniums.

Yes, Mark knew exactly what Anne meant. It was his job to know. And he was there to figure sort it out.