<strong>Tuesday 13th August 10:48<br/><br/>Racing down Northumberland Street<br/><br/>Bran, Norm</strong><br/><br/>The two of you attract some odd looks as you run down Northumberland Street, but people generally mind their own business.  A couple of people look like they may try to stop Bran - presumably reading the situation as "chasing a thief" and dreaming of being lauded in the local rag, but Norm's shouts dissuade them.<br/><br/>Eventually, just before Haymarket, Bran comes to a stop outside an Oxfam store.  Mannequins in the window display last season's fashions while racks of Clive Cussler books await inside.  Bran peers inside the window, trying to see the person behind the till.<br/><br/>It had caused arguments, actually, when his ma decided to take twenty hours a week in here.  Working at a pittance, putting in enough unpaid overtime to bring her well below the minimum wage.  She wanted something to do, he didn't see the point.  It was never a serious argument and he didn't really have a leg to stand on, so she started working there.<br/><br/>It's not her there now though.  An elderly woman you recognise from your previous visits to the store is bagging up a VHS box set.  But today is one of her working days.  She might well be in the back, behind the staff only door festooned with pieces of photocopied paper advertising local bands.<br/>