Fred drove them across town, parking right outside 63 Pine Avenue. Claire helped him pull his two large suitcases of products out of the back seat and lug them up to the door. He knocked confidently, winking at Claire as they waited for an answer.

The door opened and a man about Fred's age greeted them. He had curly grey hair and a beer belly that rivalled even Fred's in size. The man was wearing a pair of faded, grubby looking blue jeans and a green woollen jumper that had holes worn in the elbows and looked as though it should have been thrown away years ago.

"Hello. I'm Fred...