He stood and looked at the hedge. It was filling in nicely around the dead bit.
Of course he knew the dead part was no accident. The six-foot section mysteriously died only days after his neighbour complained it was blocking the light.
This is the neighbour who had a conservatory built without planning permission. A conservatory that on a sunny day reflected so much light that everyone with eyes was disturbed.
No, that fucker had poisoned the hedge.
It still made his blood boil just thinking about it.
His neighbour was on holiday now and it was time for revenge.
He climbed over the fence and dropped into his neighbour's garden, bag of tricks in hand.
It took less than an hour to completely cover the conservatory with black paint.
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