The Art of MisdirectionSean Connor rose early, just after five thirty a.m. and true to his promise he left Catherine sleeping peacefully. She stirred only once, when he left the house just before six after a quick breakfast of coffee and toast. After dressing Connor padded his way upstairs to the bedroom and leant over the bed, kissing her gently on the forehead. Her eyes flickered open for a second or two as she kissed him back, then he was gone, and Catherine slept on for another hour.
At the very moment that Catherine's feet touched the bedroom floor, Lucy Clay was knocking on the door of the home of Roger Cahill, Connor by her side. The neat three bedroomed semi-detached house was in the middle of Acton Road, and was flanked by a row of very similar, nineteen thirties-built houses whi
