CHAPTER 12
Driving into town I use the facilities at Marks & Spencer’s to change. This time I indulge in a shoulder-length blonde wig, T-shirt and casual but smart trousers topped with a three-quarter leather jacket. Blue coloured contact lenses complete the picture. It doesn’t take long; once again the transformation even surprises me.
It’s not very far to Mr and Mrs Mason’s. From the outside, everything about the house and garden exudes loving care; raised flower beds and brick weave paving making maintenance easy, the beds showing the first sign of spring bulbs pushing through the weed free soil. Someone here has green fingers and a sense of respectability even on a low income.
I press the bell, listening to the tinkling tune within. A few moments later the door opens to reveal an ex
