"Okay send the list of names and any contract info you can dig up to my email. You keep working on it, but this might be enough. I have to ask Jen how...many she needs, then go out and find them."I fixed myself a frozen dinner while I waited for Jen. My frozen dinners came from Helen's catering service. She used a disposable microwave safe tray to load up food for me. I paid for her left overs, before she donated them to the shelter. I had five or six in the freezer at any given time. That night. Running around the two parks was a little over four miles. I could stretch it to seven miles by including the adjacent St. James and Green parks. It was just after the first of the year and I was training for the London Marathon in April. I needed to do a long competitive race in February and was looking at The Stamford Striders’ St. Valentine 30K race. (Isn’t it odd that we Yanks have lost the Saint in Saint Valentine’s Day?) So I really needed to do around fifty miles a week. Of course these. ’ He took the joint from Sybil and inhaled and began coughing. ‘Take a smaller puff’ Sybil said. ‘I’ve got it under control.’ Brent said inhaling and holding it in while passing it back to Sybil. ‘Hurry up you two, I’m getting cold.’ Lydia announced. ‘I’m going to head inside.’ ‘Sure thing.’ Brent said just as Lydia went in and shut the door behind her. They finished the joint and then Sybil took the roach and pushed it into Lydia’s flowerbox. ‘It’ll make them grow better.’ She said and both. "I've allowed you to live rent free for the past year because you lost whatever crappy job it was that you had and I've turned a blind eye to you illegally subletting your spare rooms to that polish lodger of yours," how the hell does he know about Oliwia? And why won't he stop coming towards me? We're back out on the landing now and I'm slowly backing towarda the staircase as he continues to approach me, his strides getting bigger and bigger. "Now I'm not the kind of man to force himself on.