The Repurposed Crack House

After the police raided a few times and camped outside the crack house for a while. The crackheads were gone. The landlord leapt in and stripped the house of all the furniture. Ripped and stained sofas and armchairs piled up outside. Mattresses that could harbour new life topped the pile. The refuse truck turned up and each item was crushed in the jaws of the truck. I enjoyed watching that. Even knowing that even the poorest would turn their noses up. I felt a little twinge as another piece of furniture was destroyed. Then there was silence.
A few days alter a team of painters and odd job men moved in making the house ready to rent. They were swift.  It's surprising how fast an empty house can be painted and turned round.
Silence again.
We never saw who moved in. No one saw any furniture taken in. There was no sign of life. Just tin foil at the windows. I suspect a Marijuana farm. It wont be the first in Peterborough.
The last one, I knew about, in Padholme Road, was tended by two Vietnamese guys, who sat about the house in T-shirt and shorts tending the plants and making sure the fans and lights kept working. They never left the house. Actually they eventually did, in handcuffs. But that's a calculated risk. If they can go unnoticed for three months that's a harvest in the bag. Six months another harvest. the longer they can continue the bigger the profits because the lights and fans and watering systems will already be paid for by the previous harvests.
I walk past the crack house... sorry marijuana farm, everyday. Still no sign of life. Probably for the best to keep a low profile.