FOURTEEN
It was time.
He could wait no longer.
He parked the blue VW Golf around the corner in the adjacent street, parking as far away from streetlights as he could.
He wore neatly pressed jeans, blue denim shirt, a leather jacket, and thin black leather gloves. Large black-framed glasses helped to disguise his facial features.
In his hand he carried a plastic supermarket shopping bag. He looked respectable, un-noticeable, not out of place, and no one would give him a second glance.
His heart pounding fiercely in excitement, he rang her doorbell, putting the glasses into his jacket pocket. It would not matter if she recognised his face.
‘Hello, oh it’s you,’ she said in surprise as she saw him on her doorstep.
‘Yes, sorry to disturb you, but I have been given some samples by suppl
