I live in Clover,a small town in the Arctic,and I was watering my house lawn the other day when I noticed there was a new neighbour in the house next door, and going by the looks of it,there was a young man, and he was alone.What were the signs?a car,a simple interior and lack of female presence. Coming days I would realise that he was here for a purpose,an agent, undercover that too. How did I get to know? "Are you done watering the lawn?",a voice surprised me. "yes?", I asked. "could you please see this and help me identify the photos,any person or place here that you know?",asked he. "okay,let me",said I. As I saw them I recognised the familiar faces in my dear neighborhood and the all too familiar surroundings,the church, the school,the townhall etc.Now I was a bit shocked, because why would someone,a new person to this place take pictures and ask me,a random person who was out of the house on a random day these questions. Was it just coincidence or he knew I could be questioned easily or something? So the conversation ensued,"Of course, that's the library,...the doctor,the policeman.", I ended."But why?""Just getting myself familiar with surroundings of my new abode"."Ok then I need to go check my oven,catch you later", I said."Bye",said he,still in his suit. I started walking away into my house, I heard a car stop,and somebody get out,and heard nothing after that. Next day,he was up early and out, I was getting my mail in the morning at 7,when he spoke again,"Good morning". He was in an uniform."Good morning, going to work?"
"Yes,want to join me?"
"Where to?"
"The police station."
"Oh so you are an officer?and those photos?"
"My new case"
The cover was blown.
He was into an investigation into...