Jain was getting angry.

"Tell me again, what are you burning?"

"I told you," Gerald replied, looking down at the detective now, rather than Jain's preferred position of looking up from a seat as before.

"Garden waste. I'm a gardener. Sometimes we burn stuff."

"Where's the shelf from the wall?"

Gerald paused again, his eyes squinting involuntarily, clearly formulating his response, "It's broken. I put something heavy on it and it broke, so I threw ...