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Paul Maitland wandered up and down the rows of cars occupying the car park attached to the large Asda situated just outside of Branton town centre.
A casual observer might not have realised what he was doing, but a security guard almost certainly would, which was why he kept an eye out for anyone in a uniform. He was a thief who made a living stealing from cars, often making as much in a week as he could from a regular, full-time job.
A blue Ford Escort caught his eye and he looked around quickly. When he was sure that he was unobserved he slipped down the side of the car, so he could look through the windows. It was the kind of vehicle with which he had had a fair amount of success in the past — he would have preferred to target more expensive cars, he could make more money, and qui
