Olivia’s house was tiny, more like a cottage, painted a cheerful yellow with blue trim. It made Benny happy just looking at it.
He opened the front gate and walked in. The trick was to always walk in as if you owned the place, as if you were meant to be there. With Olivia having only moved in three days ago, any nosy neighbours were not to know that he wasn't also living there.
He did a quick tour of the cottage looking for open windows. There were none, and they all had security screens on them. He was glad for her sake; you never knew what strange people were lurking around.
He went around to the back door. Just outside was a small outdoor table and two chairs, overlooking a small backyard and a flower garden that ran the length of the back fence.
He peered in through the window. Th
