Lloyd Jewell shivered in the early afternoon air. He had secreted himself several metres inside the forest, and he knelt in the shade, far enough in to remain hidden, but not far enough in so that he couldn’t still see the path which wound its way through the park. He wore a dark coloured tracksuit that he had picked up from a charity shop somewhere. If it ever had a brand logo on it, it had long since peeled off . Lloyd could easily have afforded better, but on days like today, he preferred t...