Day 15

Pat took the key and as she put in the door remembered that there would be the alarm. What was the number? Was it 88 something or 99 something? 9988?  8899 – yes definitely. But what if he’d changed it? The alarm was linked to the local police and how would that look? Constantly banging on about ‘he’s nothing to do with me’ and now in his house?

Julie wasn’t going to wait, “C’mon get on with it!”

Pat turned the Yale and the door snapped open. A rush of stale air hit them. The slow beep of the alarm system cranked into life. Beep, beep, beep, beep........