I have been tracking Jonny Billericay since his arrival in the village a short time ago. The firm purchased the house next to the subject's residence, set me up with a ready-made wife and kid, and told me not to let Jonny B out of my sight. I take them literally.
Monday: I follow him to the shop, he buys a paper.
Tuesday: Shop again. A paper, and some milk.
Wednesday: Shop. Paper. Stamps.
Thursday: Shop. Paper.
Friday: It isn't the kind of work that I signed up for. I see precious few signs that this is the international terrorist depicted in the files. Sure, he's stuck two fingers up at capatalism and moved out of the big bad city, but there are bigger fish frying in the local chippy.
Monday 23 February 2004
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