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They could hear Joe Moss preaching as they approached the precinct, and eventually he came into sight; pacing and preaching, still in his coat, despite the mounting temperature as the sun recovered from its poor morning start. He wiggled his Bible.
‘You talk about the word of God, I’m going to get some stockings; you’ve ruined all the others. I’m cutting your fingernails tonight…’ and Mandy called back as she walked off, ‘…this little piggy went to market’.
Jack sat on the uncomfortable bench and Joe joined him after a short passage about hoses; it may be gardening in general, Jack thought, ‘How you doing, Jack?’
‘Not brilliant, Joe, just keep me ‘ead above water, emotionally.’
‘Hmmm, these religious murders are a bit unnerving.’
‘You feel threatened?’
‘A little, but I’m no
