Prologue
"This is madness. We should tell the police."
"Tell the police what? That children are dying our care? Because of 'aliens'?"
"Yes! It's not the same as it was a few years ago, they'll..."
"That's the end of it. Now, go do the interviews."
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"So, what made you pick this one?" Miranda pointed a painted nail at a man in a tweed jacket, who playing with biscuits on a tray, which was on a table surrounded my chairs in the staff room.
The Head of Physics sighed.
"His knowledge is exemplary and he has a brilliant CV. All geniuses are mad, Mirry, you know that. And usually, they hate kids, and this one doesn't- I'm having him before Eton digs him up."
"Whatever you say, Stanley."
"Memo to self. Buy Jammie Dodgers..."
