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Kurt Walker looked around as he walked up to the gates to remove the padlock; there was no-one to be seen, not that he expected to see anyone on a Sunday afternoon, and he quickly pulled the chain free, so he could push the gates open. He returned to his car then and drove through, stopping again once he was on the other side, so he could secure the gates.
He worried that the new padlock he had put on when he decided to use the place as a hideout would be spotted by someone who would raise an alarm, but so far there had been no problems. He supposed that was because most people passed the old industrial estate in cars, and didn’t have the time to see something as small as a new padlock.
He parked his battered old Honda Civic down the side of the building he had picked at the rear of t
