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February 2012
Torch-light softly bathed the loft space: partly boarded floor, insulation, double socket, large oblong of chipboard. A naked light bulb hung from its cord.
After several minutes crouched down, listening intently, he edged through the breach in the brickwork and began patiently and silently brushing the entire floor space.
Much later, he removed all evidence of his visit, the large oblong of chipboard was pulled over the gap in the dividing wall and the brickwork repaired.
Standing on his parents' landing, he closed the hatch and pulled his boots back on.
If anyone even bothered to look in the loft space, he doubted very much they would investigate any further.
He’d smiled.