Joe

As soon as I get back to the house, I switch the TV on and then go through to the kitchen and grab some biscuits. I take them back to the lounge. The TV is already on the news channel, showing the press conference about the fire in the flats and the dead body. I sit on the sofa and turn the volume up.

There’s a couple of policemen in uniform sitting behind a desk and a man in a suit next to them. Across the bottom of the screen, there’s a little ticker thing, saying, DORSET POLICE REVEAL THAT BODY FOUND IN FLAT IS THAT OF A 35-YEAR-OLD MALE WHO WAS WANTED FOR MURDER. POST-MORTEM CONFIRMS THAT VICTIM DIED OF A SINGLE GUNSHOT WOUND.

I shiver. It’s horrible to think that happened half a mile down the road.

The news cuts from the press conference back to the studio. I put a biscuit in my mouth and start looking through the channels for something else to watch.