The vehicle approaches the waste-to-energy container and the scoop hits the mound of bin-liners that have built up in one corner. Plastic bursts and the shrivelled remains of carrots and potatoes tumble out. The bucket lifts and drops again, sending a chicken carcass scurrying down the slope. It comes to rest behind a fading bunch of carnations, as if it’s hiding there.
Peter’s in charge of a refuse collection site on the edge of town. A stickler for the rules, he suspects something’s not right about the pair of men who regularly drop off several small boxes last thing on a Friday. His friend, an ex-policeman, tells him not to get involved. But doing nothing is simply not in Peter’s nature.