He watched them walk to the bus stop and catch a bus into the city.
They would not be back for hours.
He entered the yard by the side gate. There was one large window in the rear wall of the house. It was shut. A gentle slide with his gloved hand revealed that it was not locked. The window opened into an open-plan kitchen. He stepped through into a cool interior, saturated with the smell of the bacon and eggs they’d shared for breakfast.
The keys were on the counter.
He backed their car into the street.
Thanks for dropping by, Peter.