36 Saturday 4 August, 8.58am.
He felt the reassuring crunch of the tyres on the gravel as he reversed onto Roger’s driveway. This way, it’d be a lot easier to get out again in a few minutes’ time.
He pulled close to the house, making sure the registration number of the car wouldn’t be seen from inside.
He leaned across and picked up the satchel from the passenger-side footwell of the car, making sure it was securely fastened. He’d had to remove the items and put them in the bag whilst coasting slowly up Roger’s road, which hadn’t been easy.
He got out and stepped onto the gravel, then made his way quickly across the footpath to the front door.
Five steps.
He rang the doorbell and waited for the answer. Fifteen seconds later, it came.
‘Simon,’ Roger said, opening the door. ‘Hi, come
