(First visit? Stop by the archives. The story begins with The Huntsmen.)
By this point I had learned my lesson. I finished my beer and left shortly after she did. Drinking myself into a blind stupor had its appeal, but I was going to have to be sharp the next morning.
I hate rush jobs, but then again, I hated everything about this one, so what was one more detail?
The good news is that there’s an upside to a daylight break-in, especially in a building with more than one flat. Sounds insane, doesn’t it? But look, here’s the thing. To get caught doing something you’re not supposed to be three things have to happen: someone has to see you, someone has to know what you’re up to, and someone has to care enough to do something about it. If you’re jimmying someone’s door at two in the morning, you’re less likely to be seen but anyone who does see you knows you’re up to know good and is more likely to act on that knowledge.