ell into the nest, kissing the mud or whatever disgusting. 'Do you know why you are here?' I could not believe my ears, was the hawk speaking? More disturbingly, there was an eye watching me through the crack of the eggshell...

The Millers lived in an ordinary house, on an ordinary street, in an ordinary town. They even had an ordinary (ish) dog called Fluffy, but the Millers weren't an ordinary family - oh no. They had one specific trait that made them different:

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.