[...] They'd never find it. They'd never find me. I was strong. I was quick. I knew every shortcut. I was the town, I was a continuation of every cul-de-sac, and I was the point beyond every dead end, the thread in the stitching. I was underground, below everyone, able to move unseen, cover my mistakes with more mistakes, able to divert and subvert. I was the future of the town, its present, its past; I was a Saxon burial mound I was a Roman suffix, I was the dead centre of England, a bullseye. And tomorrow was L's birthday.