Spaghetti’s
flick-knife clunked against metal as he slid it inside the window frame. A security bolt. He had already tried picking the lock on
the back door, but could feel the bolts resisting. Sowerbutt
pulled his scarf up in the cold and pointed to the lean-to structure at
the back of the terrace which housed the bathroom. Within seconds, Spaghetti
gave the thumbs-up and disappeared through a small window. Opening the back
door, he mouthed: “All quiet.”
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