Bradley was tired of waiting for Abel to open his front door and pounded on it with increased intensity. He knew Abel could see him through the front door camera so unless the man was running around n***d there was no reason not to answer. The flatbed ute was out the front so where the hell was he?
‘Are you trying to disturb my neighbours?’
The gate squealed as Abel pushed it open. He was carrying shopping bags.
‘You walk to the shops?’
‘You don’t?’ Abel passed a handful to Bradley and unlocked the front door. ‘Give me a sec to disarm the alarm.’ He went inside.
‘I’ve been here for ten minutes.’
‘Close the door on the way in.’
Bradley did so and followed Abel’s voice to the kitchen. He loved this house. Classy furnishings and expensive paintings. Carla had been here once and thought
