32,452 steps

I know allot about Mary Harris for example I know what time she gets up in the morning, what setting she prefers her shower on 2. I know she collects 50p's. I know how many pairs of tights she owns, What tattoo she wants when she is older- a flower on her left bicep. I know so much about Mary I find it rather amusing, considering she has never met or seen me. But I've seen her from my window I live 32,452 steps away from her 32,459 if you count it to inside her front gate. I know all of her friends Rosie, Theria and Bep, short for Bepthia I'm not sure of the origin but it is irrelevant for my investigations. She lives with her Father, Paul her mother abandoned them when she was very little her name was Jane. They are unaware of her location, she lives in 54 Hattlefield place it's just off the M4 she has two children, both young compared to Mary, 6 and 7. But again they are irrelevant to my investigations. She owns a pet rabbit called scooter but nicknames him scoot. She finds it amusing.

I clear out my van it's been a while precisely 34 days since it's been swept out. I drive to Homebase I'm looking for some soundproofing I tell the lady, noisy neighbours you see.
"Don't you worry I have the same problem down my road you..." she goes on like that for a while I don't listen I don't care this information it's irrelevant. Instead I'm looking watching becoming at one with my surroundings. Finally she stops I nod and smile it's the best I can do.
"I think the 34 will suffice" I breath out quietly, looking at my watch it becomes apparent I've spent 3 minutes 37 seconds to long in here, 3 minutes 40. I make my way to the checkout the lighting is brightly dim which in itself confuses my eyes but I have a plan and places to be. "Excuse me sir, will you be needing nails?" I smile to myself how funny me of all people to make a primary mistake like that- I guess distraction tactics really do work. The human brain is a funny thing the way it blocks things out and distorts them.
"Yes please" I pear at her name tag "Thank you Michelle".
pretty name really, Michelle I don't really think I've met one face to face before, interesting. We go our whole lives without meeting people with the most basic of names.
"We have some in the back I'll just be a sec" Michelle smiles and leaves. I glance back at my watch I've spent now 10 minutes and 45 seconds over the allocated time. She hurry's back "There type two right I'm afraid thats all we've got"
"That great thanks so much for your help"
"No problem anytime" she waves and turns back into the paint section. I finally move to the check out there is only one lady in line, blonde with a young child in a push chair.

"47 pounds 30 please, do you have a necter card?"
"No" I pull my card out my wallet time is ticking by and I need to be home soon.
"Thank you if you just type in your pin number" I type it in.
"Great thanks" she hands over my bags I smile. Finally despite my broken schedule I can still make it. I unlock the van and drive home. Pulling into my driveway I realise I've got to get going.

I hammer the last nail into the side of the van I've done a good job no lumps, looks almost inviting. I smile to myself- how ironic. I've made good time exactly 7 minutes before it starts, and then I simply drive off. Funny how easy it really is.

I know allot about Mary Harris I know exactly the time she fell into my van I know the decibel of her scream -2.6 I muffled it correctly. Finally I know where I buried her- well part of her in a suitcase her torso lies under a primary school's field. her limbs are scattered in bin bags in and around the river Thames in London. I know where she rests but the police do not I find that ironic-  don't you?