Abby parked her car, it was 2am, and climbed over the gate to the field. Relaxed, and looking forward to setting off the alarm again, she strolled across the grass, her mobile phone torch lighting the way. It would be very awkward if she twisted an ankle and couldn't make her escape.
As usual, she was wearing dark clothes. Jeans and a hoodie. If anyone was around on the street where she parked, her hood could be flipped up to help conceal her identity. Fernborough wasn't exactly a hive of activity at night, so there had only been a couple of times when she had seen someone out and about.
At the boundary, Abby paused to see if there were any lights on in the house. Connor might be awake and demanding attention. The baby looked like an angel, she was told. Fluffy blond hair and big blue eyes. Typical of the perfect Nina to have a beautiful child. Nothing appeared to be going on, so she made her way into the house.
