February 15 Second death in street in a week
Gordon cursed again as he stumbled over the exact same spot on the pavement that eluded his spider sense each and every time he was forced to make this journey, at least his winkle pickers didn't scuff. Today was a good day to meet a ghost. He checked the piece of paper once more before shoving it deep into his jeans, not noticing the first body poking out of the hedge.