As he walked up the gravel path, Jain again decided it was too noisy, so moved onto the grass. He had already confirmed that James Lockedon's car was in a safe position, so a tow truck was not required. It was neither an obstruction nor a safety hazard, and the release fees of removal to a secure yard were ridiculous. He might think Mr Lockedon was selfish for running off, but he did not yet think he deserved that sort of shock upon his return. Reaching the front of the house, knocking the door again seemed a waste of time, so he walked immediately around to the side. As he rounded the east wall of the building he could smell a bonfire. Sure enough, there was the creepy gardener, standing next to a metal bin with flames reflecting in dancing waves across the metallic rim. Jain stood still
