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Taking his mug of tea upstairs to the lounge, Nigel sat on the sofa, relishing it. Laura always bought the best brew from a market stall.
The past couple of months had been relatively uneventful considering the trouble the Bowmans had given them before. There'd been no graffiti kids trying to spray obscene messages or tags on his garage door, no major fights in his back yard, or threats against his family. It was almost as though Callum had given up his campaign of terror.
Because of this sudden climb-down in anti-social behaviour, they’d taken their time in deciding whether or not to move. The Bowmans still threw all-night parties, the music blaring out until five in the morning sometimes; they still congregated outside Callum's house, and Pip's crew still dealt drugs out of their c
