Anna brushes past and picks up a couple of bags, leaving Keith with the bulk of them to carry. He picks everything up, struggling with the weight and the awkward bulk of it all, then runs to catch up. ‘ Why here? ’
‘ Why not? ’
‘ I could give you a hundred reasons. There ’ s nothing here for starters. ’
She stops again and just looks at him. ‘ Ain ’ t that the best reason of all? ’
But Keith ’ s wrong. The park isn ’ t completely empty. Christ, he probably walked this way a thousand times before and never noticed. Right at the very heart of the place, at the central point where all the footpaths converge, is a house. A tiny little bungalow, easily accessible, yet hidden from prying eyes by thoughtfully planted trees. He assumes it ’ s where the park-keeper (back when they used to have
