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Mrs. Greyson had upgraded to a DVD player, but the TV was an old tube one with a built in VCR. Slim slid the first tape into the slot then sat on the edge of the bed as the old TV flickered while warming up.
A grainy image of a farm appeared, static crisscrossing the screen, causing the picture to jump and jerk at odd intervals. A girl’s voice Slim recognised as a young Celia was narrating a monologue about the moor as the camera swung around, and he could imagine it had been recently bought and only just removed from its packaging. This was the test run, the experiment to see how it worked.
The camera panned again. A woman sitting in a wheelchair someway off appeared, but the camera jerked quickly past her, bringing into shot a tall man with a child in his arms. The child, shoulder-
