That vanished garden gnome, all those photographs you received showing it in front of famous European landmarks, you thought it was a globetrotting Gnomad when all along it was stashed in a power-bill-delinquent Flaxmere meth lab.
When I write my novel about suburban desperation, in the style of early Philip K. Dick, it will totally be set in Flaxmere.
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Um. These pot plants of which you speak - wouldn't happen to be Cannabis sativa would they? Because I didn't think methamphetamine synthesis required that much power.
I suspect the globetrotting gnomes were the perp's drug couriers... one can fit a lot of meth under one of those conical caps.
Possibly relevant,
http://media.oglaf.com/comic/badfalcon.jpg
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