He was asleep when he heard
the pounding at the front door.
Instantly awake, he switched on the video camera trained on the
door. He was proud of the security
system he’d installed. He’d had to learn
how to do most of it himself. Just as
he’d learnt to do plumbing and electrical work and carpentry. He couldn’t allow tradesmen into his
house.
There were armed police,
and two paddy wagons blocking the street.
He pulled on trackpants and top and running shoes, grabbed his wallet and
mobile and car keys and ran to the hidden door at the back of the kitchen cupboard.
He opened the door, which looked exactly
like a plastered wall, visible only if you knew it was there. He’d been proud of that too. He’d learnt so much at St Joseph’s. He reached past the hidden door and pulled
the cupboard door closed. Just as he was
closing the hidden door, he heard the front door burst open and the sound of
booted feet thumping up the stairs.
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