Brian - part 3
By moor land
I circled the flat a few times and crouched behind the privet hedge. Mr Jasper came out - started cleaning his windows just as Mrs Tindel walked round the corner - and finished as soon as she'd gone. No sign of Brian.
I couldn't stake it out any longer, I needed the toilet. I trotted back with Kevin and slipped in, with a last look as I shut the door. Ha, phew. This must be what's it like to be in the SAS – under the radar, in the shadows, in cognito...
“Where've you been?”
I didn't scream but did that stupid looking involuntary thing where your legs run on the spot, really quickly.
“Hello Kevin, have you been for walkies with your new mummy?”
Kevin's day was on the up and up. Aunt Cath was an expert in beguiling dogs with snacks.
“How...” The adrenalin hadn't cleared. Deep breath.
“Brian let me in”
“Have one of these, yes, yummy isn't it? He's nipped out. Have you been running?”
There was a hard knock.
When the photo fell off the wall, I opened the door.