James Byrne sat in his van outside a job in Fishponds the next morning and did not go in for eleven minutes.
Nine weeks. An old man in flat three had watched something happen in July and had spent nine weeks trying to hand it to somebody, and the whole apparatus of the state had come to his door and stayed four minutes and written one word.
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