She was parked in a narrow side street at the back end of Bicester and, according to her notes, Marty and June Warrender had bought this place nearly two months ago. It was hard to see why. The street was lined on both sides with two-up, two-down Victorian terraced houses, with a handkerchief-sized lawn, three steep steps leading up to a front door set flush to the neighbour’s wall, and tall, now surely obsolete, chimney stacks. The whole road looked cramped and mean-spirited. Janine shrugged and climbed out of the Mini. The front door of number 32 stood open, and she could hear the sound of hammering and sawing as she approached. She walked straight through the door and into the building’s main room, and coughed as the combined dust motes of sawdust, plaster, and old insulation tickled her nostrils. ‘Hello?’ She could hear the inane chatter of DJs coming from the back somewhere, where the wall dividing kitchen from tiny parlour was being demolished.
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