Christopher checked his small bag. Water, the cup that Janice had used, the transfer paper. Check. As he turned out of the cul-de-sac where he lived he pulled up the hood on his anorak. Fifty yards ahead he turned into the narrow path between numbers 55 and 57 and headed quickly away from the road. When he was sure no one was able to see him from either direction, he bent and lifted the fence panel. To anyone passing it looked like a normal panel but this one hinged inwards. Quickly he stepped off the path and onto the grass. The panel swung back and clicked in place. Without wasting time but in the knowledge no one could overlook him he crossed the over grown garden of Mrs Tomlins, a woman he had befriended and whose garden had proved a perfect access to the allotment.
It was more awkward, scaling the allotment fence at the back of her garden but the old hawthorns provided enough of a barrier. Once through those the backdoor of his shed could be reached in a step. No one had yet seen him. If they did, all he would do is shake his fly and look sheepish. The male need to pee was an easy excuse to be skulking in some bushes.
“Ok?” The other man looked up as Christopher entered.
“Sweet as the proverbial. Here you go.” He held out the bag. “One perfect set of prints.
“She didn’t notice the oil on the cup?”
“Scared shitless.” Christopher laughed. “Can you sort it?”
The other man looked up and nodded. “Sure. Where will you leave the syringe?”
“In my shed. I’ll tell the notice inspector it appeared. It’ll be such an obvious plant but I don’t think she’s the sharpest knife in the drawer so the police won’t be surprised.” Christopher looked at the table where a small book ‘The Law and Practice of Wills and Estates’ sat. “How soon before we can challenge the Will?”
“Soon as she’s charged. They’ll not let her inherit our money from Roger if she killed him. It’ll come to you,” the man smiled, “us.”
Christopher returned the smile and bent to kiss his brother.
PS. You may have questions and some i can answer and some i can’t like all mysteries. Do ask.