The bottle shop job – part 3

The Grim Reaper might not have figured in Pat’s thoughts as he’d sat nursing his pint but burglara few of the Reaper’s friends had come to the pub that night. One had come in the guise of Marty Siddle, who’d appeared next to Pat at the bar. Marty was the fellow who had regaled Pat with his stories of deactivating security systems the last time Pat had been holidaying within the prison system. Continue reading “The bottle shop job – part 3”

The bottle shop job – part 2

The incremental improvement in home security that Pat had learned about the hard way burglarwas the introduction of remotely monitored, miniature cameras. These little gadgets, discretely tucked away in out of the way places, allowed a security firm to respond to a break-in without the intruders being aware they had triggered an alarm. Shortly after his thirtieth birthday, Pat had discovered that being caught on the premises, booty in hand, by a police patrol alerted to his presence by the firm monitoring the system, was a difficult charge to deny. Continue reading “The bottle shop job – part 2”