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He had left his cases standing in the hallway at the guesthouse before going down to the village. When he entered, the sound of the TV came muffled through the closed living room door. The postman had recently been so he picked Mrs. Greyson’s letters off the mat and knocked on the door.
Mrs. Greyson was sitting in her chair, watching the BBC local news. Slim caught a glimpse of a scrolling headline—Local teacher forced to resign amidst fresh allegations of s****l misconduct as further witnesses come forward—before Mrs. Greyson stood up. She waved a TV remote behind her and the TV cut off, but not before a brief shot of the exterior of Liskeard Secondary.
‘So, you’re leaving today, Mr. Hardy? I’m going to miss you, believe it or not. You’ve become the good-for-nothing son I can’t help
