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thief’s job was not to get caught. Once you stepped over the lines all sorts of unwritten rules came into play. Thieves were a nuisance, he told me. He wished he had something to steal. Everything of value had been sold. Even his integrity! God was good on his benevolent days but he couldn’t remember when the last one was, aside from today, he smiled.
    Dave the weasel was a tough old character. Nothing seemed to bother him unduly. He was quite philosophical about his circumstances. ‘Who knows what is around the corner for any of us?’ He said. ‘An honest man today can be a crook tomorrow.’ I could not help but drink to that.
    Having enjoyed the meal we returned to the bar. Another cigarette puffed out his distress signals. With his other hand, he wrote on a piece of paper ‘Jack. 2 nd Feb’. Clipper. 10pm’. I bought him a final drink to indicate my departure was imminent. I knew he would use his feet transport to get home. Or someone would pour him into a cab at closing time!
    ‘Well Dave here’s to your health,’ I told him.
    ‘Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,’ he smiled sardonically, and then plunged his red nose into his whisky drink. It was time to leave him knowing he would find his way home.
    There was no sign of rain as I got into my car and I was pleased with the evenings meeting. So now that I had Flash gun Terry and the weasel on my pay roll things would soon begin to blossom.
    I could have walked quicker instead of driving. There had been a police chase and an ambulance was blocking the road. I sat in a queue of cars listening to irate drivers honking their horns. A Mercedes sports car was crunched up like a concertina. I was glad Dave didn’t have a car.
    Back home, I beat the carriage clock into bed before it chimed midnight. I had another busy day tomorrow. I needed some eyes to follow Ahmed and I knew just the people for that. Lisa and Laura were two sisters who had failed as actors but they were very good at changing their appearances and I could see a good use for that. I drifted off to sleep telling myself what for?

4
    Next morning, I realised my nightmare was strangling micky mouse as his alarm laugh awoke me for 7am. I had a love hate relationship with the dam thing. But micky always woke me up with a laugh and wished me a good day. It helped.
    I made haste for the kettle and wondered what the post would bring. It was an idle thought knowing I was not at the top of the popularity polls. I tuned into my daily dose of radio four. I liked to play armchair politics with the newsreader of the day. Today I was hearing about our former prime minister, Margaret Thatcher, telling the country they had never had it so good under the Conservatives. Had It, was more like it, I thought. It was alright for her, a former green grocer’s daughter, talking from behind her millions. Oh, were not chance such a fine thing for us all, I thought. Grab it while you can!
    Having digested the world news from the radio, it was time for my constitutional walk to the paper shop. At least it was dry even though it was cold. Perhaps a meeting in the park with Lisa and Laura would be ok, I thought.
    There was no post when I arrived back home only a note from the post office telling me to collect a parcel. I had been expecting a pair of receivers compatible with the transmitters I had bought. It had to be them. I rang the two sisters giving a brief outline of what I wanted them for. Both were intrigued, but for £200 each it was a chance to test out their skills.
    With the answerphone switched on, I left for the post office depot to collect my parcel. The two voice activated transmitters had arrived. Wherever I placed the bugs they would record and transmit conversations automatically. The worst things in life surely happened behind your back, I mused.
    From there I made my way through the dense traffic to Hyde Park. It was the usual problem finding a parking space but I managed to be not more than five minutes