CHAPTER 16: THE COUPLE..................
“MR FFILTHE, I THOUGHT I’D pay you a visit,” said Mrs Oldman from next door. She was one of those insanely friendly neighbours who was cheery all bloody the time. All. The. Time. Baxt long suspected that something was amiss. He could never put his finger on it, and where on Earth was the oft-talked about Mr Oldman? No one’s ever seen him. Perhaps the old bird had gone Al-Qaeda one night and decided to chop his head off with a cleaver? Buried his remains in the garden to feed her plants?
Baxt was exhausted and now, with the stunning realisation that Dan was aware, bloody aware all this time in that f*****g cocoon, he was ready to break down completely.
“Good morning, Old Woman … I mean, Mrs Oldman.” He tried hard to hide the crack in his voice, an
