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He wasn’t the friendliest if neighbours, those that lived near him would say. Sort of stuck to himself, I suppose. I mean he was nice enough I guess. Dash hello when he saw you, but that was about it. How long he’d lived here for. Nobody really knew. Predated everybody on the street. For most he’d been a fixture here, even the old timers of the neigh out hood couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t here. Nobody really knew what he did for money. Some talked of some real estate holdings, others of some family money, but nobody knew for certain. One thing everybody agreed upon though was he didn’t like to spend money. Nobody could even recollect if he had even done any renovations to the house over the years. He drove a 1974 Dodge Dart, that, if it had been cared for, serviced, loved, would have made a quirky collector car, but as it was, it stuck out against amthe sea of late model Audis, and Mercedes and Lexus’ and Infinity’s that occupied the other driveways. It was two tone green. Deep forest for the body, two tones lighter for the roof. They found him in the backyard, face down in the uncut grass, Galway between his back patio and shed. His feet were bear, his fist clenched tight around a key, nondescript, silver, that didn’t fit into any of the locks in his house.