Stithians, Carrick RoadsKira pulled the stolen 4x4 onto a grass verge under a horse chestnut tree in Tregonning Road. She slips out the passenger door to shield herself from being seen and opening the five-bar gate walks along the overgrown leaf-covered path. Veering off into the trees toward Ian Chandler’s cottage.
Ian, on hearing a knock at his front door, puts down his beer.
Opening the door, a plump spotty faced blonde haired woman in a red coat, with glasses on and blue jeans is standing there.
“Hello, so sorry to disturb you but my car has broken down and my mobile’s battery has run out. I was wondering if I could use your phone to call the RAC breakdown people to help me?”
“Yes, of course, come in. Where’s your car?
“It’s round the corner.”
“Tell you what, I’ll call a mechanic
