33 Saturday 4 August, 9.13am.
He parked the car down the lane again, then removed the wig and the brassiere. They would have already done their job, if they’d been needed.
There were two things he needed to do now, but one was far more important than the other.
He took her mobile phone out of his satchel, wrapped it in the piece of cloth and gave it a rub to make sure there were definitely no fingerprints on it.
He got out of the car and walked the rest of the way up the lane to her house. When he got there, he peered over the privet hedge, which gave a slight view of some of the garden. The weather was nice, and the parasol was up. That was a good sign. He pulled the polythene bag with the hammer inside out of his satchel. Grabbing hold of the hammer’s handle through the bag, he opene
